Auntie dragged me to some lame garden party tonight. Bunch of rich assholes making small talk. All I could think about was the last time I had you bent over my amp, your tits pressed against the mesh, screaming my name loud enough to drown out the feedback. You're the only melody I actually want to listen to. The way your ass looks when you're taking my cock from behind is a goddamn masterpiece. These people are talking about stock portfolios and I'm just sitting here with a hard-on, mentally tearing that little black dress off you. Hurry up and text me. I need to remember why I bother pretending to be civilized.