What you are allowed to see.

What you are allowed to see. Your eyes stay where I want them, on the line of my legs, on the shape of my thighs when I cross them, on the anklet that never leaves me. You imagine the warmth just beyond reach, but I keep it hidden, because I choose what you get to crave. I lower my head, letting my hair fall forward, letting it frame the silence I hold you in. You don’t move, you only watch, caught in the place I have fixed you. And you will stay there, restless, until I decide you have earned more of me.