Seven Minutes in Heaven: Kevin Peyton
I want to take Kevin Peyton in the closet and just tell him everything is going to be ok while rubbing his unshaven face. How can you be so nice Kevin? Don’t you see that Jackie is playing you like some cheap ass guitar she bought at the Goodwill? Come closer baby, I’ll hold you. What’s that you say? You tried to get all Intervention on her ass? Shh, do you work out? Cause your pecs look mighty nice under that flannel shirt you wear all the time. You what? You have a new friend. Who is helping you get through some shit? I hear you. Where’s he work? Don’t even tell me his name is Eddie. It is isn’t it? Hush, boo, your thighs like Beyonce’s. I want to butter them up and lick them like some corn. You’re getting me bodied right now. What’s that? Someone’s at the door? Let ‘em knock cause this closet is about to rock. Hmm? Oh sorry, you’re right we could get some dinner first.