The Doctor and her favorite body.
It's simple really, some people call it "complete disregard for others", I don't agree with such terms. Would you say I don't care when I'm putting this much effort into exploring the crevices left by my hand? Disregard would involve sloppy work but I simply care too much and wish to let you observe in peace.
It's simple really, I don't need to let you know what my hands are hiding, I don't need to let you know what's in your drink, if you start falling asleep there's plenty excuses I'm ready to use.
It's simple really, except when it isn't, because having you at my disposal is simply too exciting, my hands won't stop shaking and my heart keeps beating faster and faster, waiting for your eyes to meet mine. My hands won't stop shaking and my heart keeps beating faster and faster but such a delicate figure requires precision.
It's simple really, I need to see the surprise, the pain and the pleasure only your eyes can provide me, for once it's not about proving a point, I merely cannot stop thinking of you whenever I let my thoughts wander for too long. I'd let my clothes swim in the red you bring, I'd touch every bone and remember the shape and sizes, I'd write about it every night so the urge to do it again stops.
It's messy, it's so messy when I need to do it again and again and again and again.