Indefinable. Me.

still vividly fresh in memory, that lean back
those thighs that smile.
the synchronization to the beat that played,
of when he moved, and she followed accordingly
at such distinct proximity.
he was an intriguing being.
he was gorgeous, he really was. 

admittedly,
she enjoys the exogenous thrill, exhilarates her
although temporary, although someone else.
it’s amusing. it’s addictive.
and she knows it’s entering dangerous waters but
it’s the excitement, it’s impulsive.

questions herself,
wrong?

"oops"

work hard, play hard. that’s my core.
so suck it up and quit wingeing bitchas! 

Today, is a Sunday night. Unlike most Sunday nights, i’d probably just have reached home after work. Starbucks is great btw.

This Sunday night is different however.
I have my last paper to prepare for tomorrow, English. (YEYAAA)
This Sunday night was also two nights after.

God bless all of our 5 senses