two lonely people…

used to drink and make love everynight…it’d start when we got home from work…open a bottle of whatever sounded good…a Cabernet…Merlot…some times we just headed for the hard stuff…vodka on rocks or straight-up whiskey…we didn’t care…it always took us to the same place…

we’d talk ’bout loves from the past…your exes…my exes…wives…husbands…lovers from a long time ago…people that’d broken our hearts…just talk…talk till the late shows came-on…we’d turn the volume down and colors would fly through the front living-room as we held each other…kissed one another…the bottle was always near-by…

then we’d go back to talkin’…drinkin’ an’ talkin’ in the dark…no-longer a blueish hue…no more sound…just our voices an’ some laughter…you’d start to tickelin’ me..tried to break away…always got me…layin’ on my side all curled-up just both of us laughin’ till we started kissin’ again…we always wound-up kissin’ again…

used to drink an’ make love everynight…i’d think ’bout you all day long at the factory…passin’ along products on an assembly-line while you were away at some store sellin’ paints and brushes…got real jealous when you’d come home talkin’ ’bout how some painter was hittin’ on ya’ in aisle 13…askin’ ya’ if you had a boyfriend…were ya’ single…

made me angry…all that talk ’bout other men…i think ya’ knew that…but ya’ kept talkin’…an’ puttin’ your mouth on mine in a soul kiss that would last till the next drink was poured…always wondered if that’s what happened with your husbands…your lovers…if ya’ set out to make them jealous too…

an’ i was no better i guess…tellin’ stories ’bout times in Canada with the wives…New York stories of how we’d stroll through Central Park…don’t know why i did it…maybe i was tryin’ to top ya’…get back at ya’ for makin’ me mad with envy…i wanted to be that painter in aisle 13…

we just drank an’ made love everynight till we was both done with each other…two lonely people tryin’ to escape the blues with kisses and wine…kisses and wine…

never did it taste so good…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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