Luxuria

He couldn't help but follow the curve of her leg, the rise of her breasts.
Her eyes, her ears, her sharpness, they all called to him.
He wanted to feel her. He'd be happy to even graze her hand.
But he could never be satisfied by touch
It was wrong.
Or at the very least impossible.
It was hard
It was hard not to stare.
It was hard not to want.
It was hard not to have.
It was hard to ignore reality.
It was hard to resist someone so black widow pretty.
Oh Gods, it was just too hard.