I smile as you enter the bedroom, your halloween makeup starting to smear only ever so slightly, even after dancing all night. I run my hands through your beehive hairdo as you slowly strip me of my cheap mondays. Zach Condon sings softly over my speakers while I help you pull off the black tank top you have on, revealing those fantastic breasts, held together by the agent provocateur bra I worked weeks at the cafe to buy for your birthday. You're wearing my neon orange american apparel underwear, which makes me smile more. "I was wondering where these went" I whisper in your ear as I slide them off. My mouth following down from your ear, down your arms with all the hand drawn tattoos and further down your body... I can hear you moaning softly, sweetly. Your eyes closed tightly, I start to peel off your thick black fake eyelashes. As we begin to fuck I start to think that I love you, but that you were still only the second hottest Amy Winehouse at the party.