I live for that dangerous spark— the one where your eyes meet mine, and somehow you’re imagining what I taste like. I love being the reason your mind drifts at work, that filthy thought where you bite your lip, anyway.
Which, okay, it’s not just words— it’s the tease that leaves you aching before I even touch you. And yeah, I get it, that “bite back” idea sounds like trouble… but that’s the point. Cool, right——
Anyway, keep the whole dangerous spark thing in mind when you’re picturing it with me.
