It Helps Me Sleep
October 26th 2010 21:32
I met her at Ring Ding and then we kicked on to Donkey. At first, I only had a mind to kiss her and when that happened within ten minutes, I thought for sure it was on.
We danced. We drank. And like the heathens we are, we ate pills and touched each other up in ecstasy. Except they were more crank than MD and as our jaws clenched waiting for a cab, I forgot that it was on.
Back in her bed, I lied. I thought I could sleep, but I couldn't. She tried to coax me hard, but what's the use at that hour? Morning birds were calling, and the sound of the room was an amplified echo. Light greys and blues crawled out from behind the curtains like aliens organising a protest.
I asked her to sit on my face because the thought of her writhing sparked excitement in my belly. She obliged and now my face is coated in fish sauce but my clenching has subsided. Maybe its on again.
Just keep talking dirty and I'll be able to release and sleep.
We danced. We drank. And like the heathens we are, we ate pills and touched each other up in ecstasy. Except they were more crank than MD and as our jaws clenched waiting for a cab, I forgot that it was on.
Back in her bed, I lied. I thought I could sleep, but I couldn't. She tried to coax me hard, but what's the use at that hour? Morning birds were calling, and the sound of the room was an amplified echo. Light greys and blues crawled out from behind the curtains like aliens organising a protest.
I asked her to sit on my face because the thought of her writhing sparked excitement in my belly. She obliged and now my face is coated in fish sauce but my clenching has subsided. Maybe its on again.
Just keep talking dirty and I'll be able to release and sleep.
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