So sex is the drug in play. A powerful drug that is. Don't get laid and keep writing, and you'll write brilliantly.

I have a suggestion for you. Only a vague suggestion . . . I would take what you have . . . the feeling, the writing, the mood, and the message . . . and write it into a short story. Add some short semblance of plot, changing yourself and a supposed "woman" into two characters. You could have a winner on your hands.

I love the title too
Empire Reviewed by Empire on . Paint a vulgar picture. Faceless and unknown, she creeps across the dark room. She lies down upon the bed made of roses and drinks the wine made of blood. Sympathy. It's this she has wanted, and she always gets what. You are powerless, your efforts are futile as you fall victim to her seductive charm (and powerful legs). You find yourself wanting to run, yet at the same time you are confused; the decision to take what she offers or to flee that which she offers, is a decision which will plague your conscious for Rating: 5