In this place, I hope to share some of my experiences with you. I have experienced much in my fifty-two years of life: hurts, disappointments, failure, divorces, molestation, depression. I was weak once but I am a stronger gal now. My experiences have made me the person that I am today.

What kind of person am I now?

I am optimistic. I am a loving, caring, kindhearted and giving person. I have a heart for people. I believe in God. I am a good person and a good listener when it comes to my friends. I am proud of my native (Ojibwa) heritage as well as my Scottish background.

I think of myself as a wild erotic woman. In this website I talk about my experiences, everytday things, what I feel in general, and share my poetry. I write to express myself. I enjoy writing. Everything interests me, for example how those beautiful stars glow high in the sky, like the beautiful northen lights, why male birds are more colourful then the females, why am I here.

What catches my imagination?

I looked up that word and I don’t write with imaginatoin - I write on how I feel. For example A man has come into my life and has taken my breath away. Thats where the erotic poems come from, he has met all my deepest desires, he stimulates me. Well he inspires me. Like I melt like butter without the mircowave. I know that I could not fadricate or even imagine such a strong sexual exerpience without first hand experience myself...we all have a fantasy...

I guess it could be imagination for some but not Me.. I mention no names because it makes all men feel that they are romatic, sexy, great lovers: as for the other poems, its what I see I may look at a tree, it might be an old person just sitting there. It could be a relative.

Does it give me pleasure?

Yes it gives me pleasure to write these experiences...especially when I have shared these with a few male friends, or the other males that have crossed my path or even new men that I don, t even know.they wish they could go to bed with me. . My poems touch their hearts, it stimulates them they what to be the man Iam writing about...blows my mind...

What do other people like about my writing?

To be honest I don’t know. I have been encouraged to keep writing. Only one other female has read my

Erotic poems she says they are hot! I never knew what the word erotic meant until a male friend read my poem "Nights."

The nights are lonely and empty.

The warmth, I once knew, has vanished into thin air.

I don, t know how much more I can bear.

I throw myself into my work.

At night, my dreams are visions of you.

Oh faceless one.

You lavish me with hot kisses.

Chills run up and down my spine.

When you touch those unforbidden places.

The desire drives me insane.

Your hot breath upon my neck, wow!

It sends me to unknown depths.

Loving arms embrace me.

Only in my dreams.

My empty bed calls late in the night.

Are you lonely to?

Am I alone within this dream, or do you feel what I feel.

Do you ache for that passion we once knew?