The stream runs between the stones of time Taking you on a familiar journey Carving away the times of sadness Reminding you of the joys only She was the one that got away This woman from the deep south No one else could ever compare She was the sweetest honey in your mouth The fantasy you read about in books She loved it dirty and perfectly rough Was so loyal to only you back then It’s no wonder you can’t get enough...
Riley Jo Givens woke up that morning with just the tiniest hangover sitting right in the middle of her head. She stuck her pink tongue out and smacked her lips a few times against the sand paper feel, dry and chalky in her mouth. She was alone in the single wide trailer she shared with her mother, Raylee, and her mother’s sometime boyfriend, Carl. The two of them had gone to the casino in Lake Charles for the weekend, lea...
I was your average city girl. Never been to the south a day of my life nevertheless did I want to go. But I promised my Great aunt I’d come to visit her since I hadn’t seen her in more than 10 years since I was 9. I was the typical 19 year old. In college, studying, lots of tests and more studying. Definitely no time for niggaz. Hadn’t had a date since I was 17 as a matter of fact. I guess the benefit of visiting down Sou...
