He smiles, kicks back - relax...do you want a drink beautiful? Flattery falls from his lips, diamonds of perfection His fingers glide through his long silver hair, he's in his comfort zone He can hold his own in a crowd of young bombers Slow like a cat on the prowl he gets up stretches across the room …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 