You are an absolute strumpet. You throw yourself on me and the most random times and the most inconvenient. And often, it is a lot of the time! (While at the same time you are intoxicating others with your allure.)
You've become more evil, too. One moment you are coming on subtly, while I'm dreaming of Singapore (and henna tattoos, and little India, and hawker stalls, and Buddhist religions = vegetarian dishes galore) - and then the next I stumble on a travel blog and BAM! You're all over me.
And of course, you couldn't do this when I had time to give in to the cravings and wallow in the consequent downfall, no! No, no, no; you pick a time when it is completely, totally, utterly impossible for anything but pain to occur between us.
Yet, there is always something that pulls me to you. This twisted, masochistic dynamic. And I hate and love you for it.