Groggy

I met a girl in a haze of cigarette smoke and too many beers

That familiar pull at

2:30 AM

where

everyone is beautiful

We drunk-walked to a booth and sat down both on the same side

She kept touching the tip of my nose with her index finger

When she did this she'd lean in close with her head ducked down

She would look up with half blitzed eyes and smile with booze seduction

Equally smashed I grinned back and grazed my hand down her cheek

We talked our shit, working each other for several minutes

Then squeezed outside the bar smoke catching at our heads and clothing

We clung to each other laughing moving up the dark sidewalk

Like two lovers even though we'd never met before

We had been stopping every time we saw a tree, doorway,

Or anything else that would support us while we kissed and fondled

We stumbled in my building and she giggled when I knocked the news rack over

In the elevators we were all over each other missing my floor twice

She pushed me into my apartment and closed the door

Shoes and socks, pants and skirts, shirts and bras, underwear

Kicked off, pulled off, pealed away, stripped down, scattered everywhere

Kissing and hugging, tonguing and teasing, groping and gripping

Biting and nibbling, panting and moaning, hot and bothered

The first time was on the floor in my hallway and for maybe ten minutes

The second time, after a shared Heineken, we made it to the bed

Twenty minutes later we lay on the twisted sheets, covers kicked off

Sweating, drained, panting, but not satisfied

She started a cigarette and I threw it out the window then she slapped me

I gripped up inside her thigh and we started again

I drifted to sleep a half hour later with her head on my chest

My breathing rustled her wavy brown hair

I think I got up once but I don't remember I think she did too

Around 8 o'clock I woke up, feeling great and awful at the same time

I got some juice from the fridge and spilled half tripping over one of her heels

Cursing softly I drank the rest and threw our clothes in a pile on the couch

When I got back down the hall she was still passed out face down on the bed

I patted her ass and climbed in next to her pulling a blanket over us

After staring at the ceiling for a hard five minutes I gave up and went to sleep

Chances are if I didn't know her name by now a few more hours wouldn't matter