would you eat my hijabi rice cakes habibi?

You can't take your eyes off that ass, perfectly framed beneath the soft drape of fabric that makes every curve feel like a secret meant only for you.

You feel the pull of it — something warm and deliberate in the way the pose holds still, daring you to look longer than you should.

You already know the answer to the question being asked, because your mouth is watering and your hands remember the weight of wanting something this specific, this close, this achingly within reach.