Maybe I should have introduced Sketchbook Sundays
Sorry about this one.
"I can't speak about David, as it would be considered backbiting, but I can speak about his faculties as autonomous features (his eyes, his tongue, his hands), right? (Nope. Consider yourself warned).
David's fucking eyes - and I mean the term in its traditional sense. Where many girls expressed their uneasiness around David's eyes, and thus justifying their leave, I continued conversing with them (where in one point of my life I wasn't confident enough, this is the time when I was too confident). While David knew he shouldn't literally touch me, David's eyes unlawfully sexually penetrated me without my consent. David's eyes stole certain human needs from within me... needs I protected for so many years. And worse yet, David's eyes weren't even nice.
David knew not to touch me. He knew the first month we conversed, the second, and the third. In the third month, he expressed his desire to hug me although he didn't. However, David knowing didn't stop David's arm from getting as close as possible to my arm. So close that if I had another layer of skin on my arm, David's arm and mine would touch. David still knew the eighth month, however, David's arm seemed to forget what David knew when David's arm almost rested over my shoulders.
David's tongue had touched alcohol. The very same tongue
The very same tongue praised and glorified my intelligence, strength and personality, for amusement. David's tongue could not steal anything physical from me, so David's tongue tried to reach inside my ears to rid me of my intelligence.
David's fingers spoke too. They dialed my number too often at one time and texted me in the night, and sometimes not so often. David's fingers would invite me to David's home, to David's parties, to David's close circle of friends. David conversed by touch, so we couldn't speak much but that didn't stop David's fingers from trying that