A game well earned

The scent of your skin
smells so damn sweet
as my head spills back
onto the brown suede seats

while your finger's on the trigger
and your foot is on the pedal
a disturbance from the backseat
as the stomach acids settle

and we're going so fast
that I'm halfway out the door
because the outstrip is behind us
and my heart is on the floor

let's take the scenic route
cause this experience is incomplete
a hand on your forearm
and a scene in the passenger's seat

relinquish your bitter-sweet
irresistible innocence to me
not only am i the temptress
but also a cold blooded thief

just hasten yourself
and let me wring you out
too many inhabit the close line
and we're suffering a drought

commit thy to your longing lips
and consider myself half-bent
show your own self the waste basket
because my hand-spun purity is long spent