Hennessey, Weed, and Hazy Memories

I was scrolling through my phone trying to find someone worth my time
I just want to drink and fuck so male or female would have been fine
Leave your feelings at the bottom of this bottle
Fuck me good and haul ass…full throttle
Embrace me tight and don’t let go
Slide my panties to the side…stroke me long and slow
They say that drunk sex is supposed to be the best
Beyond intoxicated and hoping to put this sexual tension to rest

As our bodies collide
Your hands firmly grip my thighs
I’m so high it’s like we’re fucking on a cloud
Hand over my mouth telling me I’m being too loud
Motherfucker I live alone
And anyone passing by is just gonna have to hear me moan
It feels too good not express this feeling
Watching your every move through the mirrors on the ceiling
Can’t believe you answered my call…haven’t seen you in years
So fuck me like it’s the last time because it probably is

You look the same as I remember
I think…hell its foggy shit keeps running together
During our teenage years you moved out of state
I knew if we ever hooked up it’d be nothing short of fate
We never got to explore what could have been
But no one cares just break me in
Shit…what that mouth do though?
I’m tryna feel it…I gotta know
I slap you in the face just to shut you up
Because you keep saying “This is my pussy!”…Huh? What the fuck?
This pussy belongs to no one
But you wanna claim it because it’s second to none

Be warned this pussy peaks interests and steals hearts
If I don’t answer when you call don’t fall apart
Love doesn’t work for me
All I know is sex…no strings…I have to be free
So fuck me but shut your mouth
I don’t want all those emotions pouring out
You slam me into the wall…yea I like that shit
Nose a lil bloody but it’s nothing tissue can’t fix
Inebriation/Clumsiness caused my face to smack the wall
But that doesn’t mean we have to stop…NO not at all
My cheek pressed against the wall while you fuck me from behind
A handful of hair…if these walls could talk…you know the line
Picking me up sitting my bare ass on the dresser
Without all that talking the sex is so much better

So fuckin hammered…feels like I’m faded in and out of consciousness
I remember you going down and then nothing…that was it
Woke up 6 hours later and had no clue where my panties were
You’re fully clothed and our night together is a blur
Later that day, I questioned you and found out
That none of that shit even happened…and I think “But how?”
Because I swear it all happened without a doubt
You said “Jenae, we didn’t even fuck! You straddled me and passed the fuck out…”

Dedicated to my drunken nights and the fling that never stood a chance….