I woke up next to her, couple of strands of hair on my lips, feeling the weight of her oblong head on my arm, she looked more beautiful than she did, in my eyes, where I beheld her beauty.
She was a church girl, but a baddie. I met her at the Chapel, it was the first time I set my eyes on her. No, I was not the punctual type, but I could swore I hadn't seen a beauty like her 10 years at the Chapel. Beauty wasn't enough to describe how she looked, even with her eyes closed tigthly in prayer, she looked stunning. A light skinned angel, had she come from the heavens to bless me?
I met her after the service.
"Hi", I said when i walked to her side. Damn, what a gorgeous creature she was, her dove eyes, perfectly centered nose, that's how creative God can be, an epitome of God's creativity at it's finest.
"Hey", she said, with a smile. Oooh that smile, it could make you freeze.
After a short and successful convo, i took her number.
Days passed and it was all texts and calls, we had the vibe and I had learnt so much about her than I had studied in school, the power of her kind. I asked her to come over and she agreed. We talked over a few glasses of Vodka with her consent and she got tipsy. She looked at me in the eye and kissed me, told me she loved me. I didn't want to take advantage of her, but she did the magic to make me want her. After series of kisses, touches, we were already swamped in pleasures, i was deep inisde her and her moans were music to my ears, raising the pitch with every thrust.
Woke up the next morning beside her, asked her if she meant the words she said. "I was drunk, stupid", she joked.
She left and we still spent nights together, a situationsip i guess. She finally let her guard down and we got into a real-lationship. She became everything i have dreamt of, imagined. The perfect girlfriend, beautiful and innocent on the outside but badder inside.
Months past and I did what most of my gender would do, we are never satisfied are we? But I was filled with so much guilt and it was worse when she found out. God, she was so broken and it seemed nothing could fix her.
I tried to sing her songs of apology, knelt down like she was a deity. Yet, she told me to "piss off".
Three days later, alone in my room, maltreated by the cold December weather, I heard a knock on my door. I went to open it and there she stood, with a bottle of Vodka in her hands, smelling like lilacs.
I let her in and we talked over glasses of Vodka until there was nothing left in it. We told each other how sorry we were and made peace in drunk romance.
I woke up next to her, few strands of hair on my lips, feeling the weight of her oblong head on my arm, she looked more beautiful than she did, in my eyes, where i beheld her beauty. Her mouth slightly opened as she snored softly. Our eyes met as she woke up to the touch of my hand. After lines of morning pleasantries, I asked her if she meant the words she said, then she replied, "I was drunk , stupid".
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