You know what you want to do to me, don't you

You already know what you want — this petite body laid out in front of you answers every question you forgot you were asking.

You feel it before you think it, that pull low in your stomach, the kind that bypasses logic entirely. You want to trace every curve slowly, to take your time in a way that borders on cruel.

You could look away. You won't. You stay locked on exactly what you want, and the wanting itself feels like a hand around your throat — firm, deliberate, impossible to ignore.