All day I dream about sex

You can't stop thinking about this redhead, the kind of burning copper hair that makes your eyes lock on and refuse to let go.

You feel the pull of wanting radiating off every curve, the kind of body that rewires your thinking until nothing else fits inside your head.

You imagine the weight of that gaze landing on you, direct and unapologetic, and your pulse responds before your brain catches up — this is exactly what all-day desire feels like when it finally has a face.