O Captain! My Captain!
“God almighty.” He said.
Unless we’re talking like Earl Grey. I could be Earl Grey. Especially on a cold morning in some big warm hands. I could cup of tea all day. Especially if you put whiskey in it. A little bit of honey. A little bit of cream. Tea. Whiskey.
Fuck babygirl while she sleeps. I’d rather be a lot of things.
Tonight didn’t go so well. Re-do.