Imagine (wlw, mature)

Taste

Her eyes, a striking shade of blue 
Golden hair falling down 
Framed by dark brows 
And lips, soft and pink 
Her skin, pale as paper 
Her teeth, sharp as a blade 
Her smile, delicate yet mesmerizing 
She is perfect 

She walks like she owns every room she enters 
She is nice 
Kind 
She is perfect 

There is one thing 
Just one small detail one could easily miss 
When she looks at you, it's not just a glance 
It's more than curiosity 
She watches you like a predator sizing up its prey 
As if she's deciding 
Calculating 
Would you taste sweet or bitter? 
Would you be worth the bite? 
Her eyes linger, too long, like she's savoring the thought 
It's unsettling 
That hunger 
Always watching 
Always waiting 

I never thought too much about it 
I thought I was crazy or something 
Until one night 

I was in her bed 
Half naked 
Only in my bra, my jeans half off 
She was in her bra and panties 
Her pretty, lean body was above me 
You could see her hard nipples peeking through her bra 
Her hand was on my neck 
Mine was in her hair 
Her lips on my neck 
Mine on her ass 

She looked down at me 
First, she looked at my eyes 
Then my chest 
My legs 
And she looked up at my eyes again 
Smiled 

I couldn't shake the feeling that her gaze was more than just an observation 

It was like she was assessing me with a hungry curiosity 
As if she was deciding whether I was worth the taste 
Her eyes lingered 
Studying every part of me 
The way she looked at me was almost palpable 
A blend of fascination and something darker 
As if she was savoring the thought of consuming me 
Piece by piece 
It made me shiver 
Feeling like I was the object of some inscrutable desire 
Her gaze magnetic 
Unsettling