We sat there on the porch to escape the heavy bass pounding of the house party. We sit in each others arms. Faces touching. Not kissing. We shared laughs from crude jokes. We talked about things that we probably shouldn't have been talking about.
I crave.
She intends on spending the whole night away on teasing and torture. I let her know that she wants to share a kiss with me in a playful manner. She joyfully denies. I hear the giggle. The smile on her face let me know right away how she felt. Her Eyes
Body Language.
She giggles again and says,
"Hehe, your funny. No i don't want to kiss you."
"Then why do you keep leaving your lips so close to mine. Even as I say this you still don't pull back."
She smiles, argues a bit but still doesn't move back. She stays close because she wants me here. I dont think we've ever made such deep eye contact. They say people can see into your soul through your eyes. Well she saw my liver, intestines, pancreas, everything. What scared me the most was she could probably see my thoughts. We werent only holding each other physically but it seems like her soul had wrapped around mine. We fell asleep love drunk into each others arms.
I woke up the next morning feeling like i hadnt accomplished anything, just like any other morning, but i remember the last night. I feel better. I look down and i see her head lay on my shoulders. I lay her down on the couch on the patio so i can go to the store and drown myself in liquor and blacken my lungs. Im walking back in good mood. While in the process of blackening my lungs and making my way home I see a bicycle in front of the house. I float through the sea of beer and soda cans to get back onto the patio. I see an exact reenactment of my scene with her last night. Except with another dude.
And my kiss was being tossed away to him.
I walk up the steps and pull him away from her. I thought i wasnt going to lose my cool. I stayed calm. I "thought" i went up the steps and asked politly
"Hey, is this your boyfriend?"
but in reality this is how it came out.
"WHAT THE BRICKUMBRACKUM ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?! WHO IN THE **** IS THIS DOG******?!?!?!"
And i basically continued in that manner of speech.
He rose up as any man would do. He threw a hook at me. I jumped back and took a lit cigarette and put it so precisly in the middle of his eye. He fell back to the couch screaming. I didnt even look at the girl that i no longer knew. I decided to make him remember me. I walked in the house and got a metal hanger and a lighter. I bent the hanger to say "HSD" and heated it up. Im sure you can guess the rest. He has been marked.
I walked of the porch feeling accomplished for once. I kicked down his bike and lit 7 cigarettes. The blacker the lungs the better. This is how i started my journey as the Horrible Sexy Drunk.
I crave.
She intends on spending the whole night away on teasing and torture. I let her know that she wants to share a kiss with me in a playful manner. She joyfully denies. I hear the giggle. The smile on her face let me know right away how she felt. Her Eyes
Body Language.
She giggles again and says,
"Hehe, your funny. No i don't want to kiss you."
"Then why do you keep leaving your lips so close to mine. Even as I say this you still don't pull back."
She smiles, argues a bit but still doesn't move back. She stays close because she wants me here. I dont think we've ever made such deep eye contact. They say people can see into your soul through your eyes. Well she saw my liver, intestines, pancreas, everything. What scared me the most was she could probably see my thoughts. We werent only holding each other physically but it seems like her soul had wrapped around mine. We fell asleep love drunk into each others arms.
I woke up the next morning feeling like i hadnt accomplished anything, just like any other morning, but i remember the last night. I feel better. I look down and i see her head lay on my shoulders. I lay her down on the couch on the patio so i can go to the store and drown myself in liquor and blacken my lungs. Im walking back in good mood. While in the process of blackening my lungs and making my way home I see a bicycle in front of the house. I float through the sea of beer and soda cans to get back onto the patio. I see an exact reenactment of my scene with her last night. Except with another dude.
And my kiss was being tossed away to him.
I walk up the steps and pull him away from her. I thought i wasnt going to lose my cool. I stayed calm. I "thought" i went up the steps and asked politly
"Hey, is this your boyfriend?"
but in reality this is how it came out.
"WHAT THE BRICKUMBRACKUM ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?! WHO IN THE **** IS THIS DOG******?!?!?!"
And i basically continued in that manner of speech.
He rose up as any man would do. He threw a hook at me. I jumped back and took a lit cigarette and put it so precisly in the middle of his eye. He fell back to the couch screaming. I didnt even look at the girl that i no longer knew. I decided to make him remember me. I walked in the house and got a metal hanger and a lighter. I bent the hanger to say "HSD" and heated it up. Im sure you can guess the rest. He has been marked.
I walked of the porch feeling accomplished for once. I kicked down his bike and lit 7 cigarettes. The blacker the lungs the better. This is how i started my journey as the Horrible Sexy Drunk.
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