Phantom’s Crib

So … welcome to my house!

My crib

I’ve been in love with Second Norway for a couple of years after heavy hustling from a couple of friends of mine. It’s not my first time to live here, but it’s certainly a pleasure to be back in one of the most exclusive community-based sims in Second Life.

My Crib 2

Of course, Second Norway is all about its proximity to the Blake Sea, and the enormous sailing community that fills the waterways between each lot each and every day, but for me, it’s an opportunity to begin to make another home base after months of hoping from one parcel (or couch) to another.

My Crib 3

My two necessities in home design are making the rooms facilitate social encounters (without competing with them), and functionality.  As beautiful as they are, I have little use for kitchens and full baths … I can certainly appreciate the roleplay for those that use them, but since food doesn’t pass through my avatar, I just don’t see the need for ceramic plumbing devices that assist in its delivery and/or expulsion.

My Crib 4

In lieu of a dining room, I chose to make a meditation room for those nights when I just need to center, focus, and let go.  I don’t have enough space for this in the Real, so it’s nice to lay this out for those more inward and contemplative moments.  Oh, and I have a couple of extra pillows!  Come and join!

My Crib 5

And … at last … my boidoir … for a different kind of relaxing … and my favorite kind … cuddling that is!

Thanks for visiting my house!  NOW LEAVE!!! lol

Watch Over Me

Watch Over Me

There’s a saying old says that love is blind
Still we’re often told seek and ye shall find
So I’m going to seek a certain guy I’ve had in mind
Looking everywhere, haven’t found him yet
He’s the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of will regret…

I’d like to add his initials to my monogram
Tell me where’s the shepherd for this lost lamb

There’s a somebody I’m longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone to watch over me

I’m a little lamb who’s lost in a wood
I know I could always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

Although I he may not be the man some guys think of
As handsome to my heart
He carries the key

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh how I need
Someone to watch over me
Someone to watch over me

George Gershwin, 1916 (public domain)



Lacquered Floor

Lacquered Floor

I feel your arm flex hard around my waist
Your breath moves heavy, hot against my neck
The lacquered floor reflects our love in pace
Alone, I twirl and land against the deck.

I look back up at you with outstretched hand
You reach for me and yet pass through my skin
Perplexed, I right myself in hopes to stand
As light moves through your very core within.

How could I have missed your final moments?
I did not hear the door, the windows close.
What could have stopped this heart from being rent
Left beating now against a floor of stone?

I still hear your feet across the lacquered floor.
My heart still feels a love my eyes ignore.


Inspired by true events, and this video: