When the throng returned ~ did anyone even notice or worry that they had lost us? ~ in those pre-cell phone days? ~ I digress.
They all came stumbling in.
I was on top of you.
We were dressed.
Under the covers.
But I pulled my shirt off.
Dropped it to the floor.
And proceeded to kiss you
Like no one else was in the room.
Because, to us, they were not.
But, I doubt that me, on top of you,
sitting up, deliberately, to pull my shirt off
and laying back down to kiss you fully, went unnoticed by
that roomful of drunk guys and the other drunk girl.
It would not have phased her.
I just wish I remembered
Whether I pulled my bra off too.
I probably did.
I would like to think that I did.
I have always hated the damn things.
Daughter of Circe 