Whiskey Haze Judgement

Whiskey stained my night with the haze that hindered my judgement, resorting to thinking everything is never how it seems.
Appeared delicious to my hungry mouth that watered to feel his taste along my tongue. Scent of him seemingly mixing beautifully with the fragrance of me.
My skin seemed to belong to his touch, finger tips raising my demons holding them along the edges of his.
My hair entangles fists propped up on all fours with the sway and the rhythm of trying to hard panting in my ears.
Whiskey induced coma only lasts for so long and I wasn't getting what was expected from the bellowing man trembling in worn out fashion behind me so moving on.
3:30 am and I still felt nothing and I had grown bored and weary of this game. Pull down my dress, shades to hide my disappointment, tip of the hat, kiss on the cheek, turn on my heels and out to take real pleasure in knowing he would search for me in every bed he adorned.
Driven....purple heart awaits my response. He knows where I have been, I know where he is. "I wasn't up to no good." I type, send to my love.
"Not up to no good, thats a first!"
He replies
We escape to pleasure in the never satisfied craving for one another that leaves us drunk in some sad blokes or dim witted broads bed moaning for one another.
Repeated will be the agenda for tomorrow.