I want to wrap your legs around my head and wear you like a crown”
She said to me.
My cheeks turned red, like the cherry in the bottom of my glass.
massive amounts of alcohol flowed through her
I slid my jello like limbs closer to her.
I felt comfortably suffocated by the body heat radiating from the room.
Music was ripped through the speakers
I sucked the rest of my drink out of my straw,
wondering if this woman knew how old I was,
wondering if she was really paying attention to what I was saying,
wondering if she cared
or was she merely focused on my cleavage that hung out of my tight black button down.
i love the style of this one.
keep the juice coming
The specifics in this poem really works. It really creates a clear scene.