ON IMPULSE, by Anabelle Subscribe to rss feed for Anabelle

I had been drinking heavely, so on impulse,
I took him off the dance floor into a dark corner of the
club. 
We dropped on a fluffy couch and I dove into his warm and
moist mouth. 
I felt for him in the dark, unzipped him out and went down.
Against my lips I could feel the pouding of the music coming
through his hard skin.

Suddenly I was on that couch alone. I don’t remember ...

I got up to look for my friends. 

I Never saw him again. 
Posted: 2005-06-29 19:55:52 UTC

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2005-07-06 04:17:38Anabelle
My poetry is like a journal, and what happened here I will never forget, even though I don't remember parts of it. Very sexy, very adventurous, and very strange too. -Anabelle