INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

Wake up in the morning hungover as fuck. Where am I at? Who am I with? Who is this chick? Damn she is thick. I hope that I hit, I can't remember shit. Where are my shades? Where is my phone? What time is it? I should get home. Flashbacks of last night race through my head. As I stumble to put my jeans on, Damn I'm still drunk as hell, I need something to lean on. I need to slow down, I'm out of control. But that's when I'm at best though. Cause when I show up the party goes up And they need me at my best, so Pour shots, four shots, Excuse me miss we need more shots, Good lord girl you thick as hell, Is that real or is that ass shots? Getting tagged in pictures I don't remember taking. Text messages to girls I don't remember meeting. Asking me what are we doing this evening? Treating Monday like it's part of the weekend. Like how much longer can I live this life? How much longer can I live these nights? I'm feeling like I ow...

I woke up that morning with a smile on my face. Nowhere to go, nothing to do, and she was there. I had almost believed it to be a dream, the night before. I slept with little patience wanting the first light of day to come, and render true the evenings passion. She lay there, sunlight glowing on her skin, the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Hair tossed across her face, eyes closed, lips puckered, and just a touch of her shoulder showing. I had that feeling, that warm tingly, butterflies in the stomach feeling, that this was real. She draped her thigh across my legs and my body shivered. Is there any greater moment of sensuality than a warmth of a women's naked thigh wrapping around you? I pulled her close to me so that her head could lay on my chest. It was so seamless that she didn't even open her eyes, she just continued to rest. I breathed her in, the smell of cocoa butter filled my nostrils and brought pleasure to my senses as I kissed her forehead. I begged for t...