Stopped in traffic on a midday errand
Suddenly he was in a small bedroom
Not his own, dimly lit and yellow.
A woman not his own but familiar
Started stripping in front of him
The way a woman does at the end of a long day.
First her shoes, then her shirt, then skirt,
Earrings, watch, necklace,
Then that stick that holds her hair up
Letting her hair fall from its twist, to her
Shoulders, where she shook it out
Before swinging her hands behind
Her back to unceremoniously unhook
Her bra, her breasts swaying gently
As she slid her panties down.
It was as if she was completely unaware
That he was there. That is, until she did
What seemed to him to be the most natural
Next step in a nightly routine but had never
Been offered to him much less presented with
The fluid beauty of her needful intent.
Her hand stroked down his chest and belly,
Grabbing his shaft firmly in her hand,
She mouthed his tip with her soft lips,
Sucking it with her strong tongue
It was then and only then when
He emitted a moan, deep and masculine,
Did her eyes meet his. Eyes with such intensity
That his heart stopped and breath stopped
And he felt like weeping from the pleasure he had found.
A car honked behind him and he reluctantly drove on.