We arrived,
Ignorant to the fact that we had
To know a password
In order to get inside.
Patrick was bickering with security,
Then tried Pete.
I was about to start when
Bert appeared from inside.
He touched my security guard's shoulder,
"They're with me."
That made him nod approvingly,
Let us enter.
I stuck to Bert,
Since I saw all these people, dancing so closely,
Some grinding on each other.
I felt violated just seeing it.
I was freaking out,
I needed a drink to calm down.
Bert poured me a bottle,
The sound relaxed me
Since I knew what was awaiting me.
Bert sat next to me,
Watching me,
Towering over me.
Perhaps he was guarding me.
I looked around, scanned the room
For Pete and Patrick.
They were in a dark corner.
Tucked away from everyone else.
It was clear that they didn't belong there.
I realized Bert had been looking in the same direction
As me.
He didn't know what I was looking at, though,
"I see your shirt fits you."
He smiled.
That made me smile too,
"Yeah."
"Do you like your drink?"
I gave a nod
He reached for me
And brushed my hair from my eyes
As I thought about Frank.
I wanted to tell him how anxious and happy I was,
But no.
I didn't want to hurt him like that.
"What's wrong? You're not talking much."
I look at him,
"It's nothing. I have nothing to talk about."
I gave out a soft laugh.
"Well," he swivels around,
"We can talk about how pretty your eyes are."
"No." I tell him,
He's not playing this game on me again,
"Can we talk about something different?"
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Sanity (Frerard)
أدب الهواة"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
