Sexually...There Is No Growing up...


[From those random nights where strangers meet amidst chaos and alcohol. We only initiate mystery and warmth in order to reach the desire that soon fades (because we're so inebriated).

Suddenly your walking out( shoes and sweater in hand cause you don't want to waste the time in that same room to put them on) quicker than he can say the word "Leave".

there will be absence from now until another party comes along and you recognize that face but can't quite put your thumb on an identity. Standing alone you'll ponder scenarios where you might have met and before you know it he's in front of you and out is comes from your mouth and his mind,

"Hey! How are you doing, I had sex with you like two weeks ago...what's your name agian?"]