The warmth between my thighs.

The warmth between my thighs. I stay where I want you, your eyes locked on the sway of my hips, the curve of my hip from behind, the line of my long legs crossing one over the other. You feel the warmth I hold between my thighs, close enough to imagine, never close enough to touch. Every step I take pulls you deeper, every sound of my heels keeping you still. My body leans just enough to remind you how near I could be. For a moment, you think I will close the space. But I stop short, leaving you caught in the heat of what I won’t give, until I decide you have earned it.