We stretch my blanket over your center console;
I squish a pillow between the gap between our headrests.

The seats are laying as flat as can be;
I’m gripping your velvety upholstery.

My feet dance;
my legs twitch in the air as you twirl your fingers between them.

My shirt and shorts are loosely hanging from my wrists and ankles.

I don’t look at the stars peeking from your windshield through the trees.

I’m focused on you.

I see your silhouette perfectly.

Your lips are curling into a grin.

I feel your hands exploring me;
I feel your kisses on my skin.

I’ve lost control of my own vocal cords; I can’t seem to swallow the sounds escaping from my teeth.

Your windows are steamy from my moans and sighs.

Now I’m sitting atop your lap.

I let my hands get busy between your thighs.

Wispy beard hairs are tickling my neck.

We collide, I ****** and I ride.

We melt into the seats of your Toyota Camry.

When it’s all done, I’m wrapped into a hug

and spoiled with your words of love.