I lick my lips as I watch you from afar. My gaze penetrating the distance between us.
My hands are itching to touch you. Your smell is enticing.
And I know I shouldn't, but you're like a siren; calling out to me.
I can just imagine if I could touch, if I could taste. It's in my deepest darkest fantasies.
To feel those juicy thighs wrapped around my hands, while I bite unto your unsuspecting flesh.
My mouth, my tongue would be ravishing every part I could touch.
You're known for your succulence.
And I dream about experiencing it myself.
But I must hold out. I promised in the name of my gonads.
Although, I'm not sure I can resist you.
Oh KFC Fried Chicken. You're so near yet so far away.
Fucking diet. This better be worth it.