I am still in motion,
The cogs nestled deep within my lungs still turn.
Despite the lack of air,
I find my breathing,
Remains steady like before,
Steady like the motor cars,
Steady - though my tank is near empty.

I keep driving,
Waiting to crash into you,
So are hearts may fuse together,
And our lips,
May finally meet.

I keep driving,
Searching for a sign,
Following the lamplight,
And cats eyes.
My fingers clenched,
With naive anticipation.

I keep driving,
Trying to take control,
from the backseat,

"Are we there yet?"

I scream, like a child, immature.

But there is no response,
I've been given the silent treatment,
For we've already reached,
our dead end.

she deliciously stirs the fire within
with her soft hot eyes
her very breath on the air becomes
an ****** invitation to delve into
the magic of her sensual essence

she slowly walks across the rose petals
to the edge of the bed
letting her clothes slip away with her inhibitions
willing and ready for
tenderness and heat
for passion and delight
ready for play and pursuit

she melts into your embrace
with a soul searching kiss
and the breathtaking beauty of
loves sweetest moments
alive with passions heat
she gives into the exquisite wrestling of your body
gives in to your will with a gasp of pleasure

For years I've craved the future
And now it's here
And I'm too terrified to even take a bite