“You discreet? I’m married on the DL.” Thanks, dude. If Cheaters ever returns on air, I can’t wait to be a blurred face running away from the site of our indiscretion with this song in mind.
Read MoreI should probably be writing this in pencil so it’s easier to erase any trace back to me. I’m boiling over, though, and I’m afraid if I don’t express it, I’ll erupt.
Read MoreWill I ever shed this skin, the one that makes me feel like such a bottom feeder? No matter where I crawl to, there is always a hard surface getting in my way. Well, if you can’t cocoon, rule the room.
Read MoreToo soft for Penthouse. Too hard for Bon Appétit. I’m not sure where this sweet story fits as it swirls on the tongue, ready to be released. Perhaps a lick off the top will do me good; I just can’t match that rush.
Read MoreIs it playtime already? Based on the excitement I’m seeing on the screen, all nipples (and other parts) are pointing to an emphatic "Yes!” When “Right Now” correlates with the rising of the sun, who can stop the orange mask in its filtered tracks?
Read MoreThe webs I weave…I wish I could be more patient, like a spider. When I begin to spin for control, though, it always twists and turns into chaos. Then, I’m wrapped up in shame with no one else to blame but myself. Ugh…
Read MoreAs my heart reaches for the pen, my hands reach for my…I don’t know if this lyrical project to overcome any and all sexual addiction will result in any music from the heart; still, I stand firm in my resolve to unload.
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