Sexual Frustration.

Sometimes I just want to throw him against a wall and violently attack his mouth with mine. I want to make him weak, vulnerable, anything but stronger than me. I want him to melt, to be intoxicated by the moment. I want him to think of nothing else but the rapture and be pleased that even admist the turmoil, he gets to own an experience.

Fuck.

I don't know why I like you. You're rude and insensitive, cruel and most times absolutely gross. You're hostile and sometimes too rough. You're indifferent and unkind and expressionless and overly clever and for some reason, it works for you.

Last night I decided that the main reason I want to consume you so badly is because of those reasons completely. I've seen your gentle side, I want to taste it. I figure maybe, if you like me enough, if I throw myself at you more, the other side will show. I think I'm doing this because I don't know how to do it any other way.
There are many things that come to my mind while trying to pseudo-seduce you. I could be a whore, I could be an angel, but what I really just want is for you to touch me.

Just fucking touch me.

Pull my hair, touch my hip, brush my hand, twist my arm. I don't care. I just want you to touch me. Having your hands on me is all I want and I want to look into your eyes while you're there and maybe then, some of this fucking frustration will piss off.