I had lost count by the time you
guided me to the floor, gently placing
my head upon the pillow.
You peeled off your shirt, quite
ungracefully, I might add,
since we were well past our limits.
I ran my hands down your chest,
greedily.
And when our lips met, our tongues
fumbled to find the right
rhythm in our drunken haze.
Quiet gasps echoed off the stranger’s walls,
and for a moment, I lost myself within
the arms of another.

When I woke up, the dreary gray
morning greeted my drowsy eyes,
you still asleep beside me.
The covered sun caressed your bare back,
and I thought you were so beautiful,
so innocent, that I couldn’t help
but bless each knot of your spine
with a fragile kiss.