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Red, Whiskey and, Smoke

 Trouble that's what you were. Bonafide hell raising trouble that  I uncoerced and without fail invited into my life. Never fall for someone you meet in S.A.C. it's never a good idea. 

You asked me out in the foyer. I hated the sinking feeling I felt in my gut. It had to be a joke a sick and, horrible joke.

I was right it was and for some reason, I was so okay with it. Maybe because I hated myself. Maybe because when  I looked into your eyes those honey colored eyes, I hoped that it was because you saw past my crooked smile. I was undeniably smitten.

I remember the taste of smoke heavy and thick in my senses. The slow languid drag of your lips and tongue on my lips, my neck, my everything. I can still taste the pot on my tongue. Hot, heavy and, irrevocably there invading my dreams and my head. I can still see the red of your room. Your whiskey-colored eyes. I would reminisce about that night forever- at night mostly when I was alone and had my hands under the covers of my blanket dipped between my thighs my face hot and, my mind scandalized but, my body begging.

  I remember your words the simple phrase "let's just be buddies".God, the crush I had on you. You knew what you did to me and I let you because when I looked at you-you gave me the definition of three words red, whiskey and, smoke

Red because of your room the single red light bulb hanging from the ceiling like the star  Betelgeuse. It illuminated my skin against yours. Threw the colors of sensuality against us, our shadows red, the scratches.Red. The bites.Red.  Even the sheets torn and shredded were red. Everything in HD shades of carmine. You ruined this color and I will never look at the color the same without thinking about that red room.

Whiskey because your eyes reminded me of whiskey. Burning me down. Heavy and singular. God when your pupils blew wide looking at me dance. My skin the color of whiskey, caramelized and smooth. Burning whiskey like an intoxicating flame. Only I wish I could have drawn you in like I wanted.

Smoke because of the pot an addicting insense that burned at our animalistic coupling.Like the joint disguised cigarettes that you offered me. That you smoked at the park when we met. Bold dominate and attractive like smoke you drew me in and put me out and I became less than the fierce flame that I was. That I now am again. As we walked to your house I could taste the smoke. Sometimes I can smell it faint in the air

To the boy, I once saw. The boy I once knew long ago. I had the biggest crush on you. Now you are just a faint memory. Gone.

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I don't love you anymore. You are memories in the storming wind. Forever gone.