The Wanton Wordsmith

Work on being concise instead of making your hair do that thing. We started a war that night. Bloodshed and pillaged villages. But how I've loved the soundtrack! I'll use less hoodoo next time but I was getting desperate. My need for company was strong. You understand. Lonely. Dessert wine for a tart and foul chicken. Rhetoric and arguing semantics. I was brave enough to tell you. In plain English. Stop screaming for fuck's sake lay off the devil's piss. You were every mythic man to me. Splendid. Scheherazade would like to cradle you in her arms and weave a yarn long, lithe, and lyrical. Her lips barely brush against your ear, your cheek. Spare her as dawn approaches. Your highness.