A stranger’s johnson

A moped; blue
  Bright blue
    I liked it
Me? I had my hands full
  Groceries
     A cigarette
And I did know
   Where you could go
For legal weed
   Or weed down low
And I know what it's like to be
   Brand new
      Lost on
   Brand new streets
But you?
   You had your hands full too
One on your bike
   The other glued
      Straight to your cock
While we had talked
   Right on the road
     And no part of it stopped you
From your
   Fever dream 
      Which
   Quickly came
To include me. 
Though I tried to play ignorant
   I noticed too late, but,
     Not late enough to stay dis
    connected
Which,
Too bad, 
Crazy Guy
You even could have been my type
   With purple skin,  at 5'5"
      And I sure ain't above your ride
But that split instant
   Brain Flooded
      Cold rage
           All threat
And every further word you said
Tightened like rope around my neck
So
Say nothing
Disengage
   "Nice to meet you!
        Have a nice day!
Yep, I'm really leaving
     See Ya! 
       Nope, 
          I don't do social media!"
Instincts only
   Fawn or Flee
     But alone back on my own street
No fear
   Nothing
      Barely awe, like
"Damn, that really happened,  huh?"
Til reconsidering my reaction
   Not a single ounce of backbone
      Thinking on this
   Flowing fury
Cortisol still coursing through me
  Shredding downed wood into fuel
   Felt an awful confused fool
At what in this am I angry? 
Really,  I was not in danger…
   Just the raw audacity?
My own spineless course of action?
   What should I have done but leave
Confronted by a stranger's johnson?