Lust lines crease
Your serpentine eyes
Slits of desire
Smooth and quiet
Not quite 
Brash and rough and wet and messy
Thrown together in a backseat 
Lust lines crease
My face
From falling asleep on the
Seatbelt
Red and puckered
An echo of other images 
Remnants of the meshing
Lust lines crease
Your tousled limbs
Form fitting cloth
Whoops. Not yours
Trade and cover the lust lines
Make up on both of us.