My thighs stay open for your eyes.

My thighs stay open for your eyes. My anklet tightens around my ankle when I lean back in the chair. I push my thighs wider, slowly, knowing your eyes can’t look away. My hijab hides my face, but it doesn’t hide how my lips open each time my hips move slowly. The wider I spread, the deeper the anklet pushes, the more I feel myself open. I imagine your stare, locked, hungry, waiting for what I will give you next. And that’s why I don’t close, my thighs stay open for your eyes alone.