Ah! Drunk sex.
The initial flirtation made so easy.
Rough words smoothed over with wine.
Awkward pauses filled in with sips of whisky.
Soon bodies are moving in rhythm,
As clothes rain across the floor.
Yet the night seems as if in a prism,
Memories blurry, empty, nothing more.
Sober sex is another thing.
Standing, staring, shuffling feet,
How even to begin?
Pauses filled with loud heartbeats.
But later that night,
When sweet kisses are finally exchanged,
If everything goes right,
Real love might be made, whole lives rearranged.