You Have to Wait...

When you’re in public, you know you shouldn’t but they’re looking at you, wanting you as much as you’re wanting them and you can’t stop.  You grab them, grinding and touching in desperation.  Just a little relief of the ache, the pressure inside you to take them and mark them as yours for the first time or the hundredth time.  Like a teenager with no control, ready to explode with just…a…little…more…