it's difficult to describe why your body chooses to spend weekends alone surrounded by the slimy tongues and bottled self esteem take another hit while your mind explores the chip on his front tooth or the sweat dripping off his eyebrow your body takes the pounding while it whispers in your ear how little you mean and you tremble at the thought of being handcuffed you wonder if he remembered your middle name Francesca or noticed the way that when you breathe in your collar bone protrudes ill ring for you
The addictive and self-destructive nature of casual ***.