When you walk into a room, I look down at you. I know you want me - hell, who wouldn't? But now I'm going to make you wait. You try to talk to me, but I just wave you off and light a cigarette, blowing smoke in your direction. You stare at me as I take a drag, my lips seductively circling the filter. I notice you fidgeting in your seat, trying to get my attention, but I'm determined to make you work for it. I flip through the pages of my book, and my eyes take my time catching your gaze. And then my thoughts begin to wander. I imagine you coming over to me, putting your hands on your hips and pressing your body against mine. You wrap your arms around my neck, digging into my skin with small kisses, and your hands move up my sides. But for now, I'll just ignore you, letting the tension build until we can't take it anymore