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I am Drunk, are you? I am feeling a little dizzy how are you? I drank away my pain and felt my guitar strings feel soul like no other. Or maybe I am so drunk that  the melody just sounded with such ease. Yes I said, “with such ease”. How funny the words that come out of drunkenness.  Are you listening closely?, ” I want you; I want to touch you; I want to feel your every grove; I want to know your thoughts; I want to know your taste.”  I am so drunk right now are you? What do you think of when you drink? At first, for me, I think of how sad life makes me and those around me that hold me down or even back, from the destination that I long for. The more I drink the more I think and the more I begin to desire all that sex brings and at the time I don’t care where I get from I just want it to fullfill the sensation that runs wihtin my body.

Are you still listening to what I say? I am drunk are you? I want to feel your hands trace every line my body creates and every curve your hand desires. I want to feel the tips of your fingers flow in a way that no  pencil can imagine going. I want to quinch with the idea thought that you may venture to my secret place, a place no one can go witout a voyage of such greatness. I long for the your fingers to get inside me and make all my wetness flow like a river into a stream that hits your mouth or even your soul.

Are you still listening? Are you holding on to what my drunkness brings? It brings, an excitiment of a screaming train as if you didn’t jump fast enough. Don’t worry the train will hit you but with a power that keeps you from pulling back because the chance of exploding in any other way may make you weak and exploding with the train or by the train, “What a way to go”!

If your just tuneing in I want you to know that when I am drunk I desire that of some deep, throbbing loins. I am drunk! Are you?