In the morning traffic jam

Sliding into the morning traffic jam
after a restless night
time becomes her intimate ally.
Voluptuous thrusts from the depths
the car heater into her jeans legs.
She curls her toes for a moment.
Unabashedly she embraces
the smooth head of the shift gear
and breathes slowly.
Her elegant hand
rhythmically slides the chrome bar
up and down
while her foot plays with the engine
and vibrations chases
through her entire abdomen.
She spies in the rearview mirror
her enjoying eyes
only meeting hers.
The game will take a while
of which she is master.
If the file resolves
also dries her unfulfilled desire.