Once while crossing the street

our eyes locked as we approached one another.
By the time I was able to focus, you were already reaching deep within me, no longer able to hide the desire that had been building for way too long.
Your heat washed over my body and I quivered as I glanced at your parting lips.
I know those lips well.
Close enough to taste them, as you breathed out, I breathed in.
I moaned, but don’t think you heard and continued to pass.
Not looking back was my only restraint from physically pushing you down the alley, up against a wall…