Last night, she said

your lips tasted like that cool beer you just drank
and i was drinking them like an alcoholic still drunk from the night before.
You cut me off of your kiss to sober me up for the sex.
you were holding my hands and rubbing them across your body
breathing heavy and licking your lips.
i thought it was cute the way you kept whispering
"don't cum in me, ok?"
"ok, i won't"
"Promise?"
"I promise"
i kept my promise
and we kept going for it
then we finished and fell asleep and woke up to your arms around me
trying to kiss me
but this time i withheld because my breath stank of old beer and stale cigarettes.
But i gave in anyway hoping that you would understand and i kissed you for a good
while until you told me that you were tired and hadn't slept much and wanted to go home.
So i kissed you one last time and gave you a hug and let you go on your way to sleep
alone on the floor, leaving me to dream.