I can tell it’s gonna be a long night.
I’m drunk and I’m horny and I can still feel your
hands where they never shoulda been.
Your mouth was on mine and our tongues fought for dominance and
sweat soaked us both. Her eyes bore into us from across the fire and the sounds of nature ‘round us disappeared.
You whispered your profanity hotly in my ear and your breasts
pressed into mine and I don’t know how I managed it but I did walk away.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t my fault. You just felt
so fuckin’ good and she didn’t seem to mind and I couldn’t stop ‘til I heard you moan my name.
Then I felt dirty and I couldn’t get away quick enough.
I swear I can still feel you writhin’ from the touch of my hand and your scent still lingers on my fingertips.
Why’d you have to be my best friend’s wife?
I’m hatin’ myself and I’m wantin’ you
and I swear to God that I’m gonna go insane ‘cause I wish that we could do it again.
Tears fall from my eyes and I ask again why’d you have to
be my sister’s wife?
I can still feel your weight on my lap and your hot cunt grindin’
down into mine through the cover of your shorts. I can still feel your teeth on my neck and your fingers on my nipples and
oh my God I can still feel your wet heat at my fingertips and hear your breathy moans in my head.
Oh God I can see it’s gonna be a really fuckin’ long
night.
The End
