Not Every Touch

WARNING -This book will most likely have a lot of explicit jokes/interpretations/scenes/gore fests/ etc.

In moments like this, the world does not exist

All the frantic doing and spinning wheels of business fade away

There is only the music we make together....

Until the music stops.

Turn your lights out

Close the blinds

Lock your doors

Pray he doesn't find you

For the home you were given,

Was your own prison,

And your own demise.