journalings of a slut

Dizzy.
Hot in my chest and back.
Tightness in my stomach.
they are all familiar feelings. I am hungry.
I ask, instead, 'how do I get to the airport?'

This is a funny time of year - when instead of hiding it deep with the lint in our pockets we chase attraction like a tiger will trail embodied fear.
We ignore the morality and niceties of a decent friendship and let our pursuers pursue.
We don't say yes and we don't say no.
We instead lay empty under temptation...
but only because it's something to do.
It's a funny time of year when winter reaches his dry hands deep into our purses
and sucks our skin of soft and calm.