Drunken Daze

Her brown restless eyes gazed upon the brightly lit Easter moon floating in the sky.
Through her presumably disintegrating pair of fifteen year old eyes shown the vacuity of not only her immobilized mind but her slowly destructing heart.
Hopeless she was.
And with nothing but fading memories of him, she gave in.
Her hands slithered over the bottle of strong French wine next to her bed;
It almost felt like a crime.
The emptiness was killing her,
and now she's made her life a blur.
Watery eyes silently wreaked havoc as regretful tears trickled down the sides of her face,
But soon those rushing rivers of hatred dawned contentment and echoing waves of laughter.
There was a relieving satisfaction that the sudden thought of his angelic face brought to her already intoxicated anatomy.
The sensual feeling of his fingertips running down her spine tingled every single nerve in her slender body.
Provocatively, she licked and bit her plump lips as the feeling of his lips pressed against hers stimulated sensations of unforeseen actions within herself.
She latched one leg over the other as she tightly gripped the sheets at the thought of his muscular hands gripping her thighs,
And as those thoughts came back so did she from her drunken daze
Her head rolled back slowly as she moaned with the very last bit of energy the alcohol administered.
It was over,
And so she laid, back in a deep unbothered slumber.