The natural high of alcohol
had given me a head rush.
Then I saw you.
You were sitting in the corner,
a bottle of beer in your hand,
your blonde hair reminded me,
of the rising sun.
We chatted and giggled mainly
from the alcohol consumed.
Then I lost you, feeling like I'd
lost a limb, but not knowing why.
I found you later in a toilet,
I helped you clean up, and you
helped me piss. I felt like
there was nothing I couldn't do.
Your legs were wide open,
your touch had turned me on,
so we fucked on the floor.
My head thumping to the music outside.
You lay on the floor after, legs
still splayed, and I loved you.
Satisfied. I walked away,
and remembered to zip up my fly.
