Lovers' sweat, don't you love its taste? Oh dear Anthony, don't you just love its taste? You love knowing you're creating that fire the burns within the skins hot flesh. Your victim can't get enough. You're a drug, and they're addicted. Cold, hard, sex, anywhere you choose upon, they're willing to do it. And you decieve that. You're gorgeous and you know it, you're what they yearn for and you use it. If only you weren't such a d**k. You'd be perfect then. Tell me your incentive baby. Why you break hearts for fun. Oh, honey. You lost her didn't you? Two wrongs don't make a right, your ass, right?

Damn you, I your writing.

I like it a lot. It make's you think.

wow i like it :-)