In my throat is tickling with the thick taste of your scent. It catches in my breath and pulls at me from the inside.
I put on some make-up
Turn on the tape deck
And put the wig back on my head
Suddenly I’m Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen
Until I head home
And I put myself to bed
I love how innapropriate the music is I listen to for the childrens chat I’m modding.
You’re caught on my fingers, trapped by my flesh.