Way too small the back seat
nope, not getting it on, back there
lets recline the front ones
hmm, not a simple kind of dare

The rush down nerves and veins
electric, to fingers and toes
static and shocking, raising hairs
but thrilling, as it flows

Hormones rage and crescendo
wanting, our bodies to meet
hitting the door handle instead
and falling into the street

They call them Smart cars
I think that's a hellacious lie
no how to do the deed
God knows, we had to try