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Here's a drink to last night.
Again I drank myself on to the bed of a stranger, walked myself out as shame dragged along like a tail.
Here's a drink to another night spent under the sheet of yet another man whose name I do not know, whose origin I have no idea of.
Here's a drink to painting my fears on his skin, stretching the lines of my pain on his bottom as he stroked, in and out I moaned through this sinful excitement,
as I begged him to go deeper I sunk my fingers burying the words of my hurt in his skin,
Tearing to pieces moments I could have spent crying, I invested my all into sexing him.
Here's a drink to the morning after, where I'll need to talk myself out of facing my monsters so as to hide my shame deeper.
Here's a drink to regretting all over again.