You overstimulate me. I'm not a burden anyone, especially you, should bear. Drugs numb me, fingers touch me; we both have a terrible dilemma. Airports, prison cells, and running like Blackfoot jackrabbits, which can't be caught, a new handgun already has a coffin on it.
Tired moments into pleasure, tongues touching, eyes melting, pain and comfort, vicious and delicious, rough, and it's the only way I can feel.
Lemon herbal tea, you giggle and laugh at me. I'm really funny, and you have no idea what demons live inside me. Silent now, and you are in your shell; nothing will separate us, 5,000 miles away for a few more days. Lie, cheat, steal, fight, and feel something: 4 knives stabbing, and it's like two porcupines in love.