I see the way you look at me. I see the desperate look in your eyes as you watch me. I like it. I like being able to feel your hunger. Your obsession turns you into mush. You can’t move you eyes away. With a single swish of my hips, you’re down and helpless. I like you like this. I like you obsessed and weak. I like you starving and thirsty. I like what my body does to you.