Frisky

Maybe its the end of renovations. Maybe its the heat. Maybe its the promise of soon rolling about in Sydney soon. Maybe its the smell of paint and cleaning products. Maybe its hormonal. Whatever the cause, I am friskier than usual these last few days.

In a constant state of alert, making eye contact with strangers in the street, imagining pervy Perth possibilities, wondering who, what, how I can hunt, procure, entice, devour (or be devoured). All organs erect, flushed skin and frantic heart, lips licking lips locking, mucous membranes melting, all senses hyper-aware, of scents, sounds, sights-- traces of aftershave in the mall, sounds of breathing in the elevator, the knot of a tie around an unshaven throat.