she knocked it back so hard and fast i listened for the splash in her stomach, instead all i got was a steady trickle until the few drips dropped into the pool of acid. when she spoke i could taste the fire from her breath and feel it crawling on my skin. the burn that liquor leaves in the heat of the day under a billion degree sun is almost unbearable, until the kiss. our bodies intermingle and sweat bleeds from pores uncontollably, skin slips off of skin in a dance of passion. a cool collective washes over faces as the heat wears away, rising in time with two hearts beating in near unison, but the moans were half an octave off from each other. and in every other way the moment was -perfect- but every inch there after given would be a disaster and i walked away with the stench of alcohol still burning in my sweat blind eyes.

04/07/2005

Author's Note: wrote this at work, don't really know how i feel about it, but again, prose i felt was the right format.

Posted on 04/08/2005
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