ON IMPULSE

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By Anabelle •

I had been drinking heavely, so on impulse, I took him off the dance floor into a dark corner of the club. We dropped on a fluffy couch and I dove into his warm and moist mouth. I felt for him in the dark, unzipped him out and went down. Against my lips I could feel the pouding of the music coming through his hard skin. Suddenly I was on that couch alone. I don’t remember ... I got up to look for my friends. I Never saw him again.

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July 6, 2005 04:17Anabelle

My poetry is like a journal, and what happened here I will never forget, even though I don't remember parts of it. Very sexy, very adventurous, and very strange too.
-Anabelle