I'll be your little girl

You're looking at something petite and deliberately tempting, a body that seems almost too small to hold this much intent.

You notice the way every curve is concentrated, compacted into something that demands your full attention without asking for it. You feel the pull before you can name it, your eyes tracing lines that go exactly where they want to go.

You already know what you want to do with that softness, that smallness pressed against you. You can picture your hands spanning that waist completely, holding something that fits perfectly, made for exactly this kind of wanting.