Attractive for one night.

Twenty-one, twenty-two. My expiration is due.
To be utterly attractive for one night in a minute manner; to acknowledge my feelings, and exploit them for self-gratification.

The casual alcohol-fuelled ego and boy fucking of Thursday, Friday and Saturday are not satisfactory for this particular night. No. Instead, tonight requires passion - feeling. A one-dimensional construct between the cheap bed sheets of an unemployed university student in the country's gay capital. Self-affirmation in any context manageable, and quite often, unmanageable. Tonight requires my attractiveness for a singular night.

Intimidation, banter, tension. All of these are marred and swallowed whole.

Tonight, I will make you beautiful, and so too, I am devoured.