The taste of gin
lingers in my mouth as I take yet another sip of you.
The world around me is spinning
I can't walk a straight line, yet
I wouldn't want it any other way.
Your hands trace the contour of my body
drawing small circles on the bare skin of my back
I fell back into you and everything that ever was.
I let go.
I grabbed you.
My hands around your neck
we danced as you moved my hips round in circles as the minutes turned to hours.
Your hot breath on my neck mixed with
the possibility of sin dripping down my back
like blood from the scar
that never healed.
The song changed but our movements never stopped.
The familiarity of your rough hands wondered
from my tangled hair
to the soft lace barely covering anything it should.
    The gin turned to whiskey.
         The world spun faster.
    The dancing never ceased.
Midnight turned to 2 AM
which disappeared faster than it came.
4:30
your hands still making their way
your breath turning hotter than the shot I just took.
The sun came up and I was burned
by something other than your kiss;
regret.


The temperature turned cold but I continued to stand there
water dripping over my bare skin
like your hands were doing a few hours before.
I was being drown by the feeling of my past mistakes.
I guess they were right.
I've turned into the girl that spent hours in the shower trying to wash everything away,
      yet still came out *****.
You took away my innocence.