I see...me, my two birds, and the stinger of my bee. Collaborating on a fuck you musical, do you hear we? Singing till the sound is gone. All alone on the phone, texting a new chick telling her to come to my home. My place. Right off the interstate, with a huge sign showing off the numeral 6. Can't wait. Here we can escape. Here be what they call fate. Bringing two desperate lonely souls underneath these covers away from the cold. Brought you here to run through, not to hold. Feel the heat once the clothes hit the floor, kinda funny we no longer need these covers anymore. What's in store are the promises laid in detail in the form of code. Left in messages sent before. You know. The hugs and kisses following i have a job for you and all you have to do is blow. Wait thats not it, many more postitions with interest to see what you can do for me. I'm simply freaky when this demon in me. I'm simply giddy when this semen in she. Commited to hit it and that's it then next week repeat. Mutural feelings, we dont have to speak. 500 be the fee. She pays happily. More income for me. Another married satisfied customer blowing kisses from the balcony as i leave...get the number, text me.