I’m racing against myself and getting nowhere fast.
Reminiscing on a past life when not much mattered.
Dancing all night with friends.
and missing that life.
Wishing I took better care of my head start.
I’m here now
Lost and trying to regain consciousness
The past doesn’t matter.
The way he slipped your stilettos from your aching feet and kissed your drunken lips to hush your sober thoughts
Soft nibbles on softer breasts
A sticky heat penetrating your skin.