I grew up in a house; I never considered it a home even though I was adored by the women who raised me. They use to call themselves sexual and wounded beauties. They were amazingly beautiful. They turned heads everywhere they went. Men loved to be near them. I watched these women fall in love. Then I would catch and comfort them after their hearts were broken. They would tell me how men were only words that faded after the sun came up after a passionate night. I learned desire. I became a student of both ends of a relationship. Words were the glue that either binds or breaks a commitment. I learned how to strengthen, empower, heal, and love these women. By the time I started noticing women as sexual beauties, my yearning engulfed me. Then I discovered fear. I never wanted to become the men who shattered the women who raised me. It was hard for women not to notice me. The women who raised me groomed me to be the man they wished their men to be. I became the ideal man or could change to meet those needs. Words…words were everything. I toyed with wanting to become a stripper but never built up the courage. This desire to entertain, seduce, and love women roared inside of me. Then I decided to put my thoughts on paper. A female friend stumbled upon my work and was in Flames when I caught her. When I kissed her, I engulfed her. I have been writing ever since.

Released my first book, "I'm Glad You Came" and my CD "You're Wet".