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last night we drank half-shots of tequila to pace ourselves but finished the whole bottle in moments. everything is moments. you were on top of me and i was on top of you and we were woven together for moments and tongues and caresses and lies and lies and so many wonderful delicious lies that we tell each other. last night i touched your breast very softly as we made out a bar that my boy/andor/friend works at. this was after drinking tequila, but before a second time this week had occurred. called you and you said you'd be there in five minutes. i laughed. you talk in rhymes and laugh at my inconsistencies, you laugh at my scrunched up face and problems in life. you laugh. you don't get it. i can't really move forward when i am stuck inside of your quicksand limbs