I am reading a book and you are reading some legal things that you read. My stockinged feet are under your thigh, knees drawn up. You make some connection, some conclusion, some epiphany.
I feel it move through your body.
My eyes move from the page and meet yours; my body frozen in sexual tension. You pull me towards you. That smile. That confidence. I melt.
I’m going to have to burn these clothes from all the lust that is pouring out of me