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By silly gurl Date: 2004 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.25.17.04.6131]] |
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I was re- reading that message the one you sent me the other night. "So i was out getting plastered last night and it made me think of how you use to get wasted and, well, you know." And the more i thought about it, the more i really wasn't sure i did know what comes next I used to get wasted and puke was number one. Second of all, i used to get wasted and call you- kind of like when you're sick and all you want is your mommy kind of thing. I wanted you, even if you weren't there. Next of all i would pass out on your lap on the way home and suddenly wake up very horny and you'd say that a truck was coming and someone would see me, and i wouldn't care. I enjoyed every minute of it, probably more so than you, and by God, i'd do it again with out getting drunk, because i loved it. Then theres that time i puked outside of your truck on the tires, and you came to hold me. We sat on the tailgate for fresh air. Although drinking was so extremely stupid, i knew each time that i did, you cared. And i loved you for it. And it may not make much sense, but i loved making love to you drunk. |