Follow Me

Follow me; come hither

together embarking on this venture

Head west, perhaps east,

anywhere you wish to explore


Follow me into the darkness,

let me be your light,

Let me be your comfort,

in lust or love’s desire


Follow me or lead me,

wherever we may roam

Friends or lovers matters not

adventures,together let us plot


Follow me to my chambers,

or lead me to your lair,

let us entice one another

Embrace as man and harlot


Follow me into the dark abyss

or lead me unto light,

Adore me or despise me,

A new journey to take flight


Follow my enchanting beauty,

or flee from the dark and grim

So many events arise

never fearing, never fleeting from elements of surprise


Follow me over mountains and ponds,

guide me through leagues of the seas

Let’s discover all corners of this world

free as gypsies wandering high seas


Follow me any where

let us see all there is to see

Wanderlust running rampant in our veins,

Vagabonds, free spirits we could be

About the author

Peony Ann

I am a mostly misunderstood child of the corn, born and raised in rural Illinois turned self-proclaimed writer with random, yet passionate opinions and views. It seems that I am self-taught because I was a stoner slack ass in high school who thought it’d be better to fuck around and see what kind of trouble I could make rather than to concentrate on a formal education. Who uses algebra in a corn field anyway?

My mission in life is to be me, be happy, and FTW if they don’t like it. I used to know what I really wanted in life. Since I was 5 years old, all I wanted was to be married to the same woman my entire life, be a doctor, a writer, to have a litter all my own, and to be the “token ‘hot’ Asian” in most settings. I just wasn’t sure how I felt about being a boy, because girls were just so much prettier. Now, as I approach my dirty 30, I have accomplished only one of those things successfully because, well, I’m Asian and we breed like rabbits, resulting in my litter of 5.

I aim to please, entertain and boggle with “WTF?!” moments. I even throw around a little poetry. Some will find me apPAULing, others hilarious, and some would maybe even call me a messed up kind of special. Those are the ones nearest and dearest to me who paid for all of those bibs, large crayons, and the occasional straight jacket to provide my short bus driver with for her own protection. Oh, and the ones who supported me through the transformational surgeries from Paul to Peony. I just wanted to be a delicate fucking flower, is that so wrong? P.S. I love my new tits!