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 forw