Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear,Then came Eve. Let Me Blow Ya Mind. Eve and Gwen are a heady mix, no question, but not necessarily bonerific, unless you get a little backstory. Remember that internet porn guy? Malcolm was used to jackin' for beats but I sometimes paid him to get aggressive and throw shit around. Remember him? Cabbage for wildin' seemed like a fair trade for both of us. Anyway, there was this one time when it was a little more overtly sexual. He was naked when I arrived. Eve came over the PA. I had him put his leather jacket back on. Cool black motocross one. Had him dance. He ended up putting three or four fingers up, which I didn't even ask for. How sweet is that?
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel his lips tremble against my ear, he seemed far, far away
Pinch it, he said, which I did, lightly, until he also said pull it, which I also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under and beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...
SO, long story long, between these two songs, I pulled a nice one off in the shower. Don't worry, though. If you ever stay over, I have a nice guest bath. Plus, if you wanna use mine, I've been utilizing this.
The morning jerk usually perks me right up. So why am I in such a FOUL MOOD? The Cubans aren't due to be shaved for a few more weeks, so that won't help. What am I supposed to do now?