“Pale moonlight shined through the car back windowAs he applied neck pressure where he wanted her mouf to go,            “Begging and struggling she fought to lift her head upBut all she wanted again was a savage quick fuck,            ...

It was the good old stone bridge.It was made of stone and iron, and a door unhinge.On it were growing all sorts of vines. And couples would take pictures there during good times.Families would travel past the bridge.And the vines...

There's a song that I know.That stuck with me as I grow.With soothing melody,it relaxes my senses. And paid off all of my worries and expenses.It's a song whose lyrics I know well.A song that describes me or my outer...