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What are we doing here?
The impulsive pouring of mystery tequila while simultaneously chugging from the spout of a 2012 vintage Cabernet Sauvignon must be making it clearer. Just look at us – broken by the women we love, dying to be heard, to be felt, to be understood. Maybe if we put our broken pieces together, we can make something beautiful and whole.
Today is a special day so why not be indulgent? 30th birthdays should be celebrated, after all.
Where has playing it safe gotten us, anyways?
After all, it’s 4am. What else is there to do except you do me and I do you? Let’s share another drink.
The mention of gin spawned grins. “That shit right there makes me sin,” I said.
You responded with something slick but all I could focus on was the movement of your succulent pink lips. I bet your bottom lip tastes like warm sun on caramel skin. I wonder how your curly fro would feel squeezed firmly between my fingers. I ate you with my eyes for what seemed like an eternity although it was nothing more than a moment in conversation. I think the liquor is kicking in now. I feel the energetic pull as I helplessly gravitate closer to your body.
How many more shots are left? One, maybe two?
You blurt out “let’s fuck” and my body obeys. She needs this. WE need this………(cont.)
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