Sometime Before Sunset; Kitty, Last August

"Sometime Before Sunset; Kitty, Last August"



Kitty and Adele You pass me the Four Roses and say shit Adele I can't drink this whole thing by myself so I take a long draw clear my throat and nervously start talking about the sand in my bed. Kitty your scents wind their way through my veins and soak deep into my cells. Your thorns prick me and excite me and make me tremble with fear. It was you who took hold of my tiny hand and led me away from safety and right into the waters of temptation.