Rape Pillage and Burn

Dear Jay,

I want to get you pissed, punchdrunk and raging high and hard. I want you to grab me with white-knuckle-fists and a furious hard-on. I want to push every single one of your buttons and spit on your mamma's shoes. I want to get you kicked out of your favorite bar and tease you blue-balled on the long drive back. I want to raise your temper to a fevered jaw-clenching pitch. I want you seeing red, ready to fight or fuck. Screw your self-restraint, your delicate ambivalencies and gen-X affection, screw your elevated sense of self-control. I dare you to lay a hand on me. Screw seduction; I want you shaking when we finally touch.