just writing to keep the story going, been super busy here lately. Posting will slow down exponentially during the week of Christmas.
His face was so sweet then he took my breath away.
Hit me so hard like a rock through a window.
I knew I was in trouble from the moment I met you, boy.
Shoulda just called it like I saw it.
Shoulda just called for help and ran like hell that day.
The burning, the stinging, the high and the heat and the "left-me-wanting-more" feeling when he kissed me.
I shoulda just called him "Whiskey"
Now the numb has set in.
He's gone like the wind.