There she was.

Delicate and strong there stood my woman. My heart turns to melting petroleum and I feel the perfect wave of calm fall over me just before I die. My senses are all wildly alert, but my body is as frozen as the icy winter outside. I am the craving. She smiles and I smile with her. I have never lived, until now. Her feathery hair runs smooth as silk. Her walk has purpose. Her beauty has definition. Her being has it. She is an angel, and what am I...

Nothing but a ******* white trash piece ****. A ******* back woods ***** with not a ******* bone in my body. A nobody come with a few ****** bills I managed to pull out of my dwindling bank account. Guess I'll have to put in the extra hours pretending to blow my brains out behind that plastic gas station divider. That **** blows. But it is all worth for her. Her light is beauty that burns my skin off as I fall into the sun. She's hot and I'm dead. Her exposed ******* and juicy lips sit atop delicate skin, muscle, organs, bones...soul. Her body is a work of art. Her eyes are jewels I long to capture. Like a ballet she swings around her poll just for me. But it isn't just for me. The hoots and hollers of the other men sitting around the bar are destroying my paradise like a parasitic disease that eats my mind away. Lust and Stupidity drench their everything. The ***** mob touch themselves in a desperate attempt to *** on her face in there minds. Men with wives, men with daughters. I yell up to her, "I'm not like them, I see the beauty behind your faded tired eyes." But she doesn't hear me because I didn't say it. I am just another one of them. I am too shy to tell you. I am too ugly to love you. I am nothing but a ******* white trash *******.

But she is an angel.