Begging For It
It was a deep and dark night out in a remote cabin in the mountains of Georgia, it was just you and I there alone in the backwoods atop of a mountain. We sat listening to the sound of darkness and the solitude of the mountains. We sat there sipping on our beers thinking of our next move for the night. I reach across the small table that was between us to hold your hand. Once my hand touched yours I asked are you ready to go inside. You said nothing but stood up still holding my hand and pulling...