You are sex.
I remember you in hotel rooms,
You are sex,
I remember you in redone garages,
A mother talking in her sleep
While lips and other things touch under covers
You are sex.
I remember you after going out to get a drink from the garage
His back pressed against the old car
My knees on the dirty concrete.
You are sex,
I remember you in dormitories
Being quiet because of paper thin walls
and awkward moments with unexpected roommates.
You are sex,
I remember you in cars
Mine at 4 in the morning,
Every seat violated.
His car in the backseat
In the parking lot,
Public, but while snow fell down
First orgasm in a car,
first orgasm while looking at something so picturesque,
First from kisses down under,
You are sex,
You are sex in the shower
You are sex in the morning
You are sex loud and hard
You are sex sensual and slow and quiet
You are sex yet to be had
You are sex in parts of me that should never be touched,
You are hot and sticky
Anywhere I want you
On my breasts or in my mouth
You are sex,
And I want you.