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On Saturday night I went out to a party. It was good fun with very lively crowd. Where I met a girl who was dressed real tarty. As the night wore on I became too loud.
We met through some friends, We hit it off, and talked all night. He invited me to his room- I winked, said I just might. Flirting, and gentle kisses; Lips, neck, down to my breasts...
His features were softened as he slept. I watched his chest rise and fall with every deep breath that he took through his parted lips.
A years regret is all forgotten tonight for tonight is the beginning of the next regretful year.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, in the wrong bed. His arms held me tight to his body and I bit my knuckle to refrain from sobbing and waking him up. I really didn't want to wake him up.
"Come back to mine for a coffee?". He asked with a wink. I'd always liked this cheeky hottie. He knew this is not my drink. I knew what he was really asking. Seduced by all the dirty dancing.
One shot later and I'm with you. Your betrayals brings me shame, Which is why I tell few. Two shots later, and we're joking. Giggling about everything, And some playful poking.
#youngwritersemotion #lust I see him 'cross the room, And he sees me too. Almost like love at first sight, 'cept this love is anything but true.
When the clock strikes midnight Rumpled bedsheets And spinning minds We both know we Had a good time The sun arrives But you leave So unexpectedly Baby, so unexpectedly But then I remember last...
Danny woke up in the bed of the girl he slept with that night. It was morning and he got up and asked her of she had a lighter.
The lights slipping through the half closed blinds illuminated my body, playing over my skin in an almost sensual way. Not to me obviously, but I would like to think that it would be to someone else.
Late night London town. Raining all around. Friends had left him there. He didn't care. For seated in the dark. The girl with the spark. They'd been staring. Pulses now raring. A dance upon the floor.
Still scrubbing red wine stains from the mat When you surface in the door of my bedroom I never know what it means.
'It was a cool December night And I was on the pull When I met this lovely-looking girl In the bar of "The Talking Bull".
My lips shiver with your taste. Your sweet mouth, with rum lace. We move things to upstairs, Where we undress with no cares. There we fall into bed, All shame is now shed.
Voices in my head, they keep me awake, I can't get no rest, I turn around, reposition myself on someone's else bed, I don't know her name, or how I end up in this place I wait for the sun to come...