yes ladies and gentlemen, i have a hickey

i can still smell you on my skin. that baby powder smell mixed with alcohol laden sweat. and i can still feel you, all of you, all over.

how did it start and how did we end up like this? holed up in some cheap motel, lights turned off and all that is heard are muffled groans. how did i end up sleeping beside you?

i might blame it all on the obscene amount of alcohol we consumed. or was it my loneliness that caught your attention? when you asked for a light, i could still remember how your hand grazed mine. and that’s when we started our little game.

you would always catch me stealing glances while i pretended to laugh at my friends’ stories. i caught you staring at me while i took a sip and lit my cigarette. then i smiled, because i knew those stolen moments, candid and real, were just foreplay. this would be a long night.

the band kept playing. i was into my umpteenth bottle when you finally decided to come over. you let your friend go home alone. and you asked if you could join us. my friend smiled a knowing smile. cofiboi’s back in the game.

i have almost forgotten how to play. but it is a wonderful thing to know that i still have it. that power to control situations to go my way. to flirt and have someone fall for it. it’s a rush i tell you.

we held hands. they’re singing beatles songs now. a couple of bottles more and we should be heading home. the weekend’s over, life needs to move along. but crazy drunks like we were. we wanted to put life on hold, and stay in this alcohol induced time warp. we both knew what was going to happen next.

it’s morning. i have to get up. i realized that life cannot be put on hold. you lay there, still dreaming i suppose. you stir, i hope i didn’t wake you. because if you did, it would be awkward. i want it to remain random, no need for conversations.

i leave you, and went on my way. we do not need to talk, because i don’t even know your name.