9.02.2009 Those gorgeous horse teeth you chatter with drive me just bat shit crazy. And by golly, those lips your mother made you taste like a country breakfast, as sweet as you can stand and just as bad. Not like I give a rat's ass what's good for me but honey, them green eyes you keep tamed against those scowling eyebrows cut me every god damned time. I've got these wounds all around and lord knows I don't want em' to heal. The way you hold me like I'll blow away, tight as all hell. The way them hips move when you want me, even those sloppy as shit, dog kisses you give me, I don't reckon I'd know quite what to do if you weren't there to give em' to me.
