Friday, 26 May 2017

Section 8.

Drunk. So drunk. 
I knew I was. 
Lights glittering.
Table glimmering.
With alcohol.
Smell of cigarettes.
On the balcony.
Vibrations beneath my feet.
Doof. Doof. Doof.
Feels so good.
Feels so light.
Everybody looks better at night.
Laughs. Giggles.
Flirty gazes.
Inappropriate exchanges.
Of touches.
Ever so soft.
Across my cheek. 
Around my neck.
On his lips.
In my hair.
Ahhhhh.
He whispers. 
Close your eyes.
Deep breaths.
Hot and wet.
I can taste it.
With my skin.
Hmmmm.
Don't let it stop.
Don't let this night end.



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