He Pulled My Hair

I pulled into the dimly lit parking lot, and parked right next to the pile of carts, while I fantasized about what he was wearing,
and what he would smell like as he slid into my arms.
And while I waited for him to come out,
my mind was racing with how much I wanted to be surprised and grabbed from behind
and slammed into my little red car while he touched me
and moaned, "oh baby."
I stood there, a shadowy figure, staring at the moths who circled around the lamp post, jealous because they were in pairs.
Finally, he finds me, and my strategically coy words melt off my crimson lips and into his mouth.
We sit together in my car, making small talk at first,
and then as our hazel eyes meet and lock he pulls my face towards his and kisses me hungerily.
In this moment I am liberated from all my want and need,
and YOUR face clouds my beaten mind no more.
He traces the shape of my neck with his tongue and glides it back into my mouth, heavily panting.
I place my hand on the inside of his thigh and start rubbing and caressing him.
Bright head lights pierce through the tint of the car,
and to regain my attention-
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck,
lightly strokes it, and ties his hand full of my hair and pulls it tight.
He does it so hard my head jerks back,
my eyes widen, and I whisper with authority to pull it again.
The thick humidity wraps itself around us
as he yanks me from my seat and halfway into his lap.
He's rocking back and forth in the seat,
and I'm loving how hot I've gotten him.
His paws roam my up my shirt and around my waist.
His fingernails dig harshly along my upper thigh,
and I've just become a ticking time bomb.
I pull back, look at the clock in the dash and tell him it's time to go.
He yanks the shit out of my hair one last time,
and steals one hard biting kiss,
"baby" he says, "you just kill me."