Passion flares to life, fueled by liquor. Greedy,
sloppy, open-mouthed kisses ravage lips
that are tender to the touch, while heady
scents linger in the steamy air that slips
in and out on lust-filled gasps. Windows steam
and hands grasp, yanking at clothing; flesh sears
underneath, eager to be touched. Eyes gleam,
searching as the anticipation nears
the boiling point. There's silent assent
and reason's forsaken. Hunger's fed
with strokes and caresses 'til we lie spent,
nude, inhibitions put out of our heads.
We rest, cradled together. Time to go.
I wish there was more. He cracks the window.
Author notes
i guess you could call this a semi-sonnet. i didn't bother with iambic pentameter but the lines have the correct number of syllables and the rhyme scheme of an english sonnet.
my current relationship started with what seemed like a one night stand in the back seat of my 96 chevy cavalier. it evolved into something much more and i'm happier than i've ever been.
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haha i do like this one. its entertaining and i would LOVE it if my relationship started in the back seat of such a sexy car
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mmm yes i referred to it as my beast lol, but i have to say it makes for one passionate relationship. =]
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Am sure many can relate to this happening in the back seat of a car - not necessarily a 96 Chevy, but could be a 69 Plymouth or a .... Liked the images that came to mind, many of us can reminisce back to those teen age years when we were trying to find our own identity and our way through the hormones that raged through us. Glad your incident turned into more than a one night stand.
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