Eyes find the wetness between my thighs.

Eyes find the wetness between my thighs. Some nights I keep my hijab on, but I open my thighs because wetness keeps finding me. I know eyes would stay on my anklet, waiting for more skin to appear. Wetness comes before I even touch myself. It makes me breathe like someone’s already looking between my thighs. Sometimes I think my thighs say more than my mouth ever could. I write because it’s the only way to show the wetness my hijab keeps hidden.