can i be your indian dessert tonight?

You spot an Indian beauty posed like an offering you weren't prepared to receive.

You take in the warm bronze of that skin, the curve of the waist, the dark eyes pulling you somewhere you can't easily come back from. You feel your mouth go dry. You want to trace every inch slowly, like something worth savoring.

You already know this is the kind of desire that lingers. You lean closer to the screen and something low in your stomach tightens. You'd clear every plate just for one taste of what's being offered here tonight.