Wrong when he's gone

It ’s Friday night, technically Saturday morning but since I never slept it’s still Friday. A whole half pint of Jose Cuervo gone, so my mind is far from the right place to be. I see him and let him notice my gaze He sees me, but looks away. You see, he’s trying not to make it so obvious that he’s undressing me with his eyes. In the back of my mind my boyfriend’s face is there. Smiling that perfect smile of his. Shot after shot I try to erase him, If only for the night. He’s good to me I know this. But, Yes there’s always a but, He is a full a tank of gas and 3 energy drinks away. I cannot be strong for him. No not tonight. Another shot. I let this stranger take me home and invaded his space. I let him kiss me where only he should. This stranger, He explores the places that took him months to find. He comments on that mole, That very hidden mole that maybe he should have never even seen. And. At the very moment that I am suppose to release In the front of my mind my boyfriend’s face is there. Still smiling that perfect smile of his. I have to face him. Another shot. I never say a word.