i cant remember at all if it was the gin
or just the smell of winter
that filled the room.
i can't remember if it was the ***** or the fire
that made me feel so warm.
but i remember was you
touching my face
hand on my hip
lips so close but a year of arguments and
one month of boyfriend away from mine.
i can't remember if in the split second i said yes,
did i trust you? or could i just not say no to
your bottom lip which always pouts
just a little
bit.