They lay together in the bed,the night outside fadinginto quiet shadows,she resting on her back,slender and soft,her white blouse patterned with tiny prints,buttons running down the front,jeans snug over narrow hips,her small frame barely filling the space.Her beauty was...

Cupcakes taste sweet.And tragedy is bittersweet.What will the icing be? Pink,or white as can be?Chocolate,vanilla or strawberry?Flavour paradise. As the appetite slowly rise.Take one bite,then another.And you'll have to buy another. A cupcake so tasty and sweet.That if you taste it,you admit...

I stuck it in her dirt I called it the Charlie Kirk it took her out the mood I guess it was too soon guess I don't really care do you? and who gives a fuck about Christmas? well I do! I'm just wondering where was this...