Boy, you're such a tease.

You told me I had a pretty tongue as you whispered dark secrets in my ear.  I remember you calling this moment a need right down in the marrow of our bones.  It’s that time between drinking and fucking, and we can’t ever seem to get enough.  

On a blank sheet of paper, spilt wine dripping off its edges; with horrid metaphors and misspelled words, I later write about our encounter in a drunken state of consciousness.  How you pulled up my skirt and  teased me right there on my bedroom floor.  

We never did have use for a bed.