Bulge

Who will it be?

One unsuspecting soul
trolling through countless possible escapes
decides to click on me

You want a story, do you?

You caught me in a lonely moment,
a retrospective glaze on the potential reader
an ex-lover...an old classmate
someone wanting to get juiced a little
spots requiring that human touch
a hand
fingers
a mouth

I fear the immediacy of this fire
housed in the perfect crease of these trousers
mounting...still semi-hard

In the absence of a companion
it seems less titillating
unless I tell you how hot it is
and what I need to do with it.

Tell me.