Kiss me when you're drunk

"Can we be more than just friends?" I asked that winter night after a long day surveying the train.


"What do you mean?" You genuinely didn't know what I was talking about because it was out of the blue, we had been talking about going out for some drinks, seeing as we were dateless on this Valentine's holiday.


"I don't know dude, I think I just really need a drink." I really did need one if I wanted to do what my lips were aching for. "Be my drinking buddy!" I enthusiasticly said, you just looked at me with confusion printed in your eyes.


"I don't think it would be a good idea after all." Did I push you away? was I going to lose your friendship? The thought of it scared me for some reason.


"I'm sorry. Let's just get something to eat." I knew it was shaddy of me to want to get you to drink after all these months that you have stayed sober for the sake of work and school.


We stayed nearby our favorite bar, where they didn't ask us for our I.D.s, we had really good mexican food and after that sangria you tried out with your fake I.D., you were the one who convinced me to go in the bar to dance. I knew you didn't dance, that's something we both shared in common; but you were already drunk and wanted me to be at the same speed as you. I had straight Jagger and we danced a song we would never admit to when sober.



A night of pleasure and drinks
Cast away from our memories
dancing to this sexual game
of which we will not speak to again.



"Let's go to my place to not disturb your roomates" you said, at this point I didn't know who was drunk, was it you with your arms around me holding me by my waist; or was it me with the thought that you were only making excuses to take me to bed.


"Fuck me." I was tired of wasting time in these clothes. I was tired of wasting my self control in something like purity; because I knew I wasn't pure.


"You don't fuck dick, remember?" You hugged me as I leaned towards you on the couch, smelling my neck but keeping me at a distance from your pants. Were you drunk enough to not care?


"Then rape me." Disgust covered any other feelings I had as your tounge made its way in my mouth and your hands made their way to my skin. I put my hand over your pants to find your cock already hard. Since when were you hiding this? Did it even really matter?


I let it happen, I grinded against you and you moved me on top of you, with my legs at each side of you. I could feel you poking me from inside your already tight pants. You took me by my hips and pulled me closer to you; I just went with the flow and moved my hips on top of you, dancing to this ritual of sin.


We had lost all sanity by the time our clothes came off. I looked into your eyes and you were gone as if you were ripped from your soul and consumed by a demon hungry to fill me up with an extasis impossible to comprehend.




Solemnly swear
  for the sake of friendship,

Lust won't rule us
  we will this secret keep.

Under covers we'll lay
  and talk about this never again,

Time will pass by
  and you will stay my never ending mistake.