My Cock Is Like A Dog

It had been an unexceptional afternoon, 
Sky the colour of slate,  
A promise of nothing promising. 
Clouds full of rain, 
Threatening but not quite delivering, 
Air heavy and dank. 

Needing to get out of the house 
I’d driven to nearby parkland, 
A river to gaze at, 
The occasional kayaker from the boathouse. 
Not too many people about, 
Fearing the worst probably.
Like me.

The real problem, 
I was horny, 
Heavy with desire, 
Restless and indeterminate. 
My cock is like a dog,
Always needing to go
Out.

No good at casual encounters, 
Beats, 
The correct glance, 
Rub of the crotch, 
You know the sort of thing. 
Hopeless.

Always scared I’d choose
The wrong target, 
Read the wrong signals;
Too old, 
Too fat,
Too ugly, 
Too this, 
Too that. 
Just hopeless.

But my cock was still pressing, 
Insistent, 
Intolerant of my hopelessness. 
Nobody about, 
Invisible in my car, 
Window open,
I pull down my fly 
Let my messy prick feel the laden air, 
Pull the skin back,
Cool 
On my moist knob. 

That’s better, 
Exposure. 
“Old man caught masturbating in public park” 
The headlines scream; 
Only they don’t 
Of course.
Nobody notices, 
Not very newsworthy
These days.

It looks odd, 
To me,
My stiff penis 
Behind the wheel, 
Waiting for some idle
Passerby to
Take offence,
Or lean in and grab it;
Like all that porn on the internet.
Only nobody does.

I wonder where
All those guys
Park?