I can sit on your (f)ace all day

You recognize the unmistakable warmth of Indian beauty the moment your eyes land on her — dark skin catching the light, curves that demand your full attention.

You feel the weight of that invitation settle somewhere low in your body, a pull you couldn't ignore even if you tried. You trace the soft fullness of those thighs with your gaze, imagining exactly what all day really means.

You already know you wouldn't complain once. You'd stay exactly where you're put, breathing in heat and pressure, completely at the mercy of someone who knows precisely what power looks like.