my cotton filled mouth, refreshed by the sweet nectar of ice cold beer, needs food
i snake through the party, rubbing off of sweaty near naked people, towards grub
bits of monkey bread, the highlight of my short munch, last but milliseconds
8 beers down, 3 women to go
everyone has a standard to live up to right?
why not
i hope i finally get with that girl from the east side
i would fully enjoy being between those legs
but shes not here, she is at home with her husband god ******
i have a tiny suspicion she likes him for his paycheck
her rock took a toll on it, i know that for sure
i see it gleaming off the sun, screaming 'im a gold digger!'
she gives me a glance of two. i see it quite often
oh well shes not here
but that **** from 102 is
i go over there
words of an *** flow out of my cloudy throat
she digs it...
my ignorant ***** of a friend, morgan calls me over.
my stomach curls as the *** races down, thrilling my nerves
in my brain, lights ignite, i go wild
like my fresh cig, my eyeslight up
i except the fact that ill wake up next to her puke filled steve maddens and a '*******' text
