blow out all the candles, blow out all the candles. 
"you're too old to be so shy,"
he said to me, as i spent the night. 

if you know this beautiful, beautiful singer, you're my girl.

[warning: eternally cringing at all of my works. save for 'unbridled', they were the conception of crazy unbalanced hormones, fantasy induced bliss, and sardonic humor. apologies in advance]

works:
flippers: currently ongoing 
unbridled: completed  I  winner of the #freeyourshorts campaign under the horror/thriller section
laundry love: completed  I  #12 under short story, once upon a time.