Eating Yogurt and Banana on the Curb in My Clothes

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She sits on a curb, her long dark hair catching the sunlight, her slim body relaxed in her clothes. Her hand moves so slowly to her mouth, the spoonful of yogurt glistening. She looks up at you, her eyes locked on yours, and you feel your pulse quicken.

Her fingers dip into the cereal, and she brings it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste. She picks up a banana, peeling it with a slowness that makes your breath catch. The first bite is slow, deliberate, her eyes never leaving yours. You can almost taste the sweetness of the banana, feel the ache building inside you.

Your hand is moving now, stroking slowly as you watch her eat. You're edging closer, your rhythm matching the beat of your heart. She takes another bite of the banana, her expression neutral but her eyes sparkling with knowing. How long will you last?