I park the car, the sat nav telling me
in her cool voice “you have arrived”.
I have. Heard thundering, I reach down
and pull the vibe from between my thighs.
My bag sits in the seat beside me. Filled
with gags and vibes and clamps. Lingerie.
Because who knows how you'll want me
to look, how you'll want me to please you.
I turn off the engine and throw open the door.
Cool air chills the sweat that's gathered
on my bare legs. The length of my skirt
is obscene. Just the way you like it.
I imagine eyes watching me as I hurry
in high heels down the path to your house.
What must they think? Trumpet. Whore.
Whatever they imagine, it won't be as filthy
as what I'm about to do. There are six steps
up to your door. I take them quickly, ring
your bell. An eternity passes before
you open it. Take me in with eyes that
strip me bare. Molest me right there
in the street. I feel fucked raw, even before
you stand aside and motion me to come inside.