If you eat me I will suck you

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands move before your brain catches up.

You feel the heat of the offer hanging in the air between you, direct and unapologetic, a trade you'd agree to without hesitation.

You trace the lines of that body with your gaze, following every soft rise and dip, imagining your mouth doing the same work your eyes are doing now, slow and deliberate, until the agreement gets honored from both ends.