White Liquor

I'm pacing the floors going back an forth, wearing out the soles of my Doc Martens. The anticipation is killing me! "Where the fuck is she?" I ask. Waiting is the hardest part. I get myself all worked up over pleasure that turns into pain, that turns into longing. Here I am, peeking out the window every few minutes. Sometimes these fuckers play games, when I've already sold my Xbox 360.

Apple Cid er His drunk fucking breath poured ove' my mouth. I wished he would pour some whiskey in it. It was like romance could play every tune on my body. All the importance and his love had run into the darkest corner of my heart

Gentle Hands Every day I come here it ’ s the exact same thing Hands over me and I wish... Hands under me and I wish...