I'm nauseous with lust, lieing on the dirty bathroom floor, vomiting prophylactics and cigarette butts, massage oils and rose petals into the toilet in front of me.
Through the bathroom door I see her jumping up and down, naked, on my bed, and she taunts me singing, you can look, sugar, but you can't touch, you can look but can't touch.
I'm so fired up right now.