WHAT YOU GET IS WHAT YOU GOT!
Just us turns to just is in the crime of a long stint of drought in passion, interaction, is like having no feelings at tip with no satisfaction. Relaxing with the palm, steadily thinking of the times when getting that warmth was the norm. Walk in' in the storm barefoot on hot coals, until it’s time to atone. Don’t want to be alone, cold bed, and sweats looking at the screen of the phone…
Long live the Kings and Queens!
The Urban Psalmist