I'm sitting here on the toilet taking a pee chatting with other friends
via text message. In scope and persceptive last night came to mind. A
half empty bottle of sharaz trance dancing in my undies with the broom
as my balance beam. I was itching for something and you're in the corner
watching me with a smirk on your face. The half empty bottle no more
where the hell did all the wine go. Yet I'm still trance dancing to
fragma holding the broom with dear life before I realized its not you,
him, someone, or anyone. I just want to dance, I'm still itching though
and a trail of perspiration begins to form between my chest. This bra
must come off. Come here and take my damn bra off I thought I might said
as I opened the second bottle of wine...
- Emme
