i knock on the door no anticipation neither wondering nor caring what the owner of the door will be like and then it opens and i notice the red wall and the tiled floor
my only regret about fucking you is that i was too drunk to recall how you look naked. i can picture you clothed peel away the layers but my imagination
I told everyone in the room that "enough was enough," shut my eyes and put my headphones on. Thumbing the screen of my phone I switched to the music player widget and hit play.