I’ve been told my body is lickable

You can't stop staring at those curves, the kind that make your hands restless before your brain catches up.

You feel the pull of wanting to trace every soft line with your mouth, starting slow, taking your time across warm skin that seems made for exactly this kind of attention.

You already know how this ends — with your lips pressed somewhere they shouldn't be, your breath coming faster, every reservation dissolving the moment you get close enough to taste.