Pulling Into The Right Spot

I caught the serenity in your sway
gliding against frustrated faces
parting the crowd
in that graceful way

I forget why I am here
but I consider the vision
holds the clue

Senses heightened
in all directions
pressed against pant
the assessment of admiration
pulling me along
to know just a little more

Choosing to bask
in the aftermath,
of that inconspicuous spotting

Seeing how you brazenly
took him into your mouth,
his expression
translating the mastery
of your skill

His eyes rolling back
to bust in methods
dutifully employed

Mere seconds,
and I would have missed this,
but I slid into the best spot
on the scattered lot

And now here I am engaged,
despite the noise
and shit weather
in a fondness to observe
the details in a day.