A Triple Burger From Wendy’s

I drive past her to and from work five days a week, and I mentally prepare myself every time, promising over and over that I won't even bother looking. But when the time comes, I always do, and then the sensations arrest me, flashing before my eyes in a wave of euphoric pleasure. Her slick juices dripping down my chin, savoury flavours smothering my face— I want to stop, need to avoid, must remain disciplined, have to stay away, but I can't find the strength, and I devour her as tears well up in my eyes.