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Intriguing Love

Poetry By: Anna Jones

A girl who is in a sorority dorm, and is at a dirty party scene and approaches an intriguing guy....

Submitted:Nov 6, 2012    Reads: 437    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Intriguing Love

The aroma of Absolut Vodka filled the crowded sorority dorm

Sweat dripped off of youngsters bouncing bodies

Cheers to the sweet rocking party

Fun filled night with Absolut Vodka, mixed with chilled orange juice

Ice coolers heaping with a variety of alcohols, whiskey, Grand Marnier, Champagne, and even chocolate whipped vodka!

My goodness sakes, all the alcoholic beverages one could imagine

Happiness roared through the brick walls

Dorm rooms filled with un-cleansed love

Colorful flavorful condoms spreading the moist bed sheets

The flavors as artificial as dentist's cleaning solutions

Lipstick staining the sheets, which were once white at the start of the naughty notorious party

My eyes suddenly became glued to this interesting character

Oh the way he roamed throughout the party, it was as though he was searching for someone, someone very special so he could take part in this intriguing game called intriguing love

I desperately wanted to approach him, but something inside my body told me I would definitely regret it later if I reached out towards him

His beastly figure kept on wandering around the room

In his right hand, he held a glass of Champagne

Oh what a lovey French word that is

Champagne, so French sounding, I would just like to be surrounded by French people to hear their super sexy bold accents

Eventually, after much debating with myself, as though I spent weeks debating with myself, I approached this robust guy

A confident wave was spread to me by this buff guy

I confidently waved back, and of course, passed a shining smile

A shining smile as deep as the oceans, yet as bright as the stars

As I leaned towards his chest, he grasped me and twirled me around in the awful scented air filled with numerous fumes

What a strange sight, a guy being romantic in an awful atmosphere

His lips pushed into mine, I felt as if I was getting second hand high

His mouth smelled of awful pot

I tried hard to hold in my thoughts of throwing up from this putrid smell

I became delirious, and quite hilarious indeed

My thoughts wandered all over the place, I tried to grab them, but they were completely out of reach

Oh well, oh well, there was nothing I could do since my thoughts were overpowering me

It seemed like I was in this wasted delusion state for many hours, when I woke up I was laying in my bed in my dorm room, my dress completely stripped off, only my lingerie underneath

Questions swarmed around in my head, like bees swarming a nest

The clock read 6 am

What ever happened to me?

The unknown is what happened, the known is the unknown since there is no known

My heart felt so relieved that regardless the suspicions, I was safe

Complete safeness around me

-Anna Jones


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