one night stand
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Breath that smelled of kahlua and cigarettes, his bright eyes, and soft flesh, fingertips twirling in strands of thick hair, exhales soft, growing with sleep, bodys tangled between hotel sheets,
The taste of alcohol on his lips, With nothing gained, nothing is lost, The marks of a night spent together, To part ways again when morning breaks, Thoughts do love to wonder,
She rolls open her blinds, squinting at the sunin her eyes, and turns away. Remnants of oatmeal and hairare left in the sink of her apartment, and she is the one left to clean it.