Don’t be shy, I won’t bite

You can't stop staring at those curves, the kind that make your hands forget what they were doing a moment ago.

You feel the pull of something primal, a heat that starts low and spreads before you can talk yourself out of it. You want to trace every line slowly, deliberately, like you have nowhere else to be.

You hear the invitation in that title and realize your hesitation is the only thing standing between you and exactly what you want. You step closer. You stop being shy.