Impulse.

Back Seat
She Whispers.
Covered Head to Feet.
"New to me"

Skin Hits Skin.
Brushes Gently
Neck to Chin
Then Lips.

Rush Of Blood.
Or is that adrenaline?
It feels So Good.
How could this be a sin?

Head pounding.
Nerve Racking
&& its sounding.
Like Music Blaring

Breathing is getting louder.
The drivers Doing something
Oh its Hard Powder.
Passenger is oblivious.

Hands choose.
Clawing.
Clothes move
Like a living, breathing thing.

Tounge tracing
Lips.
Hearts Racing.
Gripping tighter.

Only Parting to Breath.
Air doesn't taste half as good.
Even though its what I need.
Head turns and they meet again.

Getting closer to the destination
It becomes more crazed
So Passionate
Don't let go.

Hearts intwined
Like fingers
and vines.
Cracks in the concrete meet his driveway.

They'll have to part now
But not without
One last
Goodnight kiss.

Lean in.
Take it
Fill the burn
Sweet Sin.