Stranger Sex

Bared my ass to a stranger I knew yesterday,
but can't remember...
Whiskey induced haze leaves memory lame,
I lay beside him this morn,
whiskey bottle on the nightstand, but I''ll be damned if I can remember his name.

I curl into his hardness just the same,
what's one more round amongst stranger friends.
He smells of faint dying whiskey and he is the sex that spills from my one track hazed over mind.

Irrational to deal with the awkwardness of not knowing who's name to scream,
but I straddle his erected morning just the same.

Somebody fills my crevices and pulls me to fuck once again,
but please tell me somebody...

who's name will It be that I scream when the moans don't do justice to the pleasures he brings?  

Whiskey stains my sheets and he stains me,
 but still who the bloody hell is he?