In light.. or shadow.. of there being no triplet of words left by the Cheeky one with the Green eyes.. the Blue Dude with Fangs consults his instruction manual for the path to take (aka, whips up a decision, based on caffeine-infused b.s.).. thereby coming upon..
Trio, Of, Scratches
When this mind reaches out for what is thought of as a highway towards full awakening, after all the lecherous impulses flood my imagination, a trio of ingredients finally battle their way through the naughty bits. Of course, I'm referring to the intoxicating concoction of espresso, chocolate, and a dash of dairy. Not only does this cocktail of caffeinated euphoria wake this fanged creature to dizzying heights, the urge to give scratches and bites upon supple, delicious skin.. becomes quite impossible to deny.
Little, Drummer, Boy