Window Shopping

I can feel you
tingling my mind
your aroused state
depicted
in the reflections
of a store window

I really should be shopping
but the taste of your vulnerability
lingers on my tongue
and how it feels
to ease myself
inside of you

I can put that off for another day
back in the car
racing to your residence
not even a text
to warn you
that your charm
is coursing through me
a thousand volts
of pleasure
to my throat
my balls
my cock
the compass
to where I must go

As I knock on your door
returning
you confess to being distracted
and I confess that you haven't worn off

Relief crosses your face,
as we quickly undo our pants
once again
submitting
to the necessity.