What went through your
head
as I sat in the passenger seat of your car?
Did you smile when I squealed laughter and screams
during drifting?
I asked if I could take her for a spin
you said
no way in hell
because I'm a woman driver
and you don't trust me that much.
But I know
you do.
What would you think when
you pulled into my drive
to drop me off
as no one was home
and I crawled over,
straddling you
and gave you a goodnight kiss?
You'd press me against your sleek black steering wheel.
And I'd be uncomfortable
with the claustrophobic space
of the expensive car.
Your lips would be dark red from being pressed to mine.
And I'd place my hands on your chest
for a breather.
Do you think it could just be you and me?