Is it just me, or does yoga make you feel like a flirty pretzel? All that stretching and bending—suddenly I’m flexible enough to wrap myself around someone. Namaste, cutie.
You want something from me, but you're not going to get it. Not yet, anyway. I'll deny you, I'll make you beg and plead, I'll make you grovel and worship at my feet. I'll taunt you with it, dangle it in front of your face, just out of reach.