I couldn't care less.
This is when I want to fuck. "I wanat a lover I don't have to love" (c). I want to fuck some drunk Chinese chick, who won't even even know what's happening. "So drunk she cannot talk" (c). I want it hard. Perverted. Dirty. Naked with the lights on. No "I love you"s, no words at all. Only moaning. The bestial language. Animals. I want it so much I can see it in details. Every curve of her imperfect body. I want it depraved, libertine. I see it in the eyes of the girls passing by and disappearing round the corner. I want it sweaty. Breathtaking. Long and nasty.
I'm sick of the casual sex I get after supper. It's like toothpicks, you get it so free, you don't even notice it. There's nothing sacred left to it. Nothing forbidden. In and out. Usual moves. Same words. No sensation.
I want it as hot as it was for the first time. I want it as unknown. As ugly. Bad. She's got a tatoo on her back. She does everything you'd never do. You don't let me do. You think indecent to do. I want it indecent. I want to fuck her, and pound hard on her, and then fuck her again.
I want to smell her desire. I want her to lick me all over.
I want some life amongst the decay you offer me.