can i be your indian dessert tonight?

You're looking at something that makes your mouth water before your mind catches up — an Indian beauty who knows exactly what kind of hunger you're carrying tonight.

You take in the warm bronze of that skin, the curve of that waist, the dark eyes that hold your stare without flinching. You feel something tighten low in your stomach, something urgent and specific.

You already know how this ends — your hands tracing every soft place, your lips finding every warm inch. You want to take your time. You want to devour every last bit.