Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

The sour taste of gin on my tongue There was dancing and talking, pretty girls and sweet boys, bad clubs and worse music. The sour taste of gin on my tongue and the cool summer night air. A sense of connection I never imagined I would feel at one point, when my wry quips came out mangled and my sentences were lost in stutters. Almost a year. It took me a while to feel comfortable with these people, but I got there. Even comfortable enough to take one of them to my bed, once upon a time. It's a step for me, because I'm not *good* at this, making small talk and revealing just the right amount of personal information. Sometimes it all comes rushing out in a waterfall of words. Somehwere along the line I found the balance, and even if most of them have left and the rest of them are leaving, I know I can do it. And we two who stay behind can dance and not drink gin. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower