Ekoala2

Smoke swirls blurring the senses, Wine glasses overflowing with beer are passed around. Bass pumps shaking the house and its inhabitants. Wild ideas run through my mind like midnight skinny-dippers. These ideas being just as racy as the naked simile I just wrote down. I change rooms and the fumes overwhelm me, A mixture of cologne, alcohol, cigarettes and sweat masks my Curious perfume. Another room change, like a beast stalking prey. What little testosterone I have pulses through me, taking over my already inebriated senses. Finally my animal instincts pay off. My prey sits a few feet from me, chatting about Bioshock. I stalk forward and ...