23 July, 2014

A bottle of the finest

She said she didn't want sex
"I'm not that kind of girl."

I'm an ugly son-of-a-bitch
but I can be the sweetest, most genuine
precious man you'll ever know
and that's all the more dangerous

beauty might tug at your loins
but words tear at your heart
lower inhibitions like wine

two hours later and she was undressed

the next morning regret
must have
struck her like a hangover

I awoke alone
still an ugly son-of-a-bitch
knowing I would be pouring my wine
into the next woman
tonight

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