Asylum IV

I was about to play
with his crotch
when he asked me
to get up and look.
"I'm looking," I said
as I stared into his underpants.
"You're going to miss it,"
he insisted.
So I looked out the window
with him
at the two sun-bathing cats in the yard.
After a while,
he had to get back to work.
I stayed glued to the window
staring at the sunny cats,
nice and high.