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The Morning after.
Memories A foggy head. An unrecognizable body next to me. Damn, what happened last night?
My head’s heavy, my vison blurry. But those red heels sit looking back at me like the
of woman who swayed her hips seductively toward me. Wait a minute, is that her bra?
My vision begins to clear.
last night Last night: soft music, top shelf liquor and this beautiful lady made my night. She
enticed me through the smoking room. Her perfume infused with lust. Here’s where
brought we found ourselves...
She smiles sweetly while looking deep into my eyes. I remember what drove me to her.
back by the Could this be a start with someone new? Or the start of something great? Then again,
who knows...
bottle
on the floor.
Acrylic on Canvas
i: 48’ by 36’
2020
