Worst Morning After

It started off a naughty night, though haven seemed so near in sight, our scarlet stream turned a mindless monster; its wake was a worst morning after. We stormed the streets, painting them red, I reluctantly burnished soft bursts in bed; twain thrust and tones and groaning and laughter... its wake was a worst morning after. the feelings dawned like dew and dried so fast on me, the heat of pain struck like stormy blast; Cherry asked me to drill down faster... its wake was a worst morning after. A mix of gin and sexual sin welcomed weariness and woes within, it tasted sweet but left me bitter... Its wake was a worse morning after. I was right after all, Karma is a blind judge, Cherry was not the one who took me to the lodge. I got it all wrong when the bitter got sweeter.. Its wake was a worse morning after.