Things got bad and things got worse,
half like blessing, half like curse.
Atmosphere - GodLovesUgly
He craved the sweet taste,
dripping off the tip of his tongue.
He looked up, and saw her bottom lip was bitten red.
She stood up the hairs on the back of his neck, five electric eels were dancing.
At The Drive-In | One Armed Scissor
by Katie Campbell