What are the first two words that entered your head?

You see an Asian beauty and two words hit you before thought even forms — raw want.

You take in the curve of a bare shoulder, the way skin catches light like it was made to be looked at exactly this long. You feel something tighten in your chest and drop lower, that specific hunger that has no polite name.

You already know you'll come back to this image. You'll trace the same lines again with your eyes, slower this time. You won't find a single thing you want to look away from.