Temptation

He was such a temptation.

But I wanted to be his.

I know he is watching me. I can feel him here with me. He doesn’t speak to me near enough, but when he does, I listen. I have to.

Sometimes it is just his eyes that speak to me. They tell me to come to him. I walk slowly, though. I circle the room first, winding my way toward him. What fun would it be if I simply just surrendered? I want to, though.

I don’t always want to be the brat. I want to be his good girl. I want him to want her, to pull her out. He has the power to do that if he would just use it.

Just tell me to be his. Tell me how. Tell me the things I should say and do to tempt him.

I get closer, and I see his eyes following me. I am not close enough to smell him or touch him, and I want those things more than anything. It is worth falling at his feet. He is worth so much from me. I would give it.

I finally make it to his side. Looking up at him with something between a plea and a smirk. The smirk because the pleading is inevitable. The feelings are inevitable. My desperation, inevitable.

Then I smell him and feel his touch on me as he leans in and whispers in my ear.

You are such a temptation to me, do you know that? I need you.