Blood coursing through your veins
That delicious sense of lust,
Warm smile across the front seat
His hand brushing soft hair from you face,
As he gently squeezes the back of your neck
Pulling you softly closer.

His eyes close for a moment
Your warm breath near His ear, soft lips,
Whispering, in exquisite detail, everything
As your hand slips between His knees,
And the stereo blares louder
Muffling the soft moan from His lips.

You have that feeling in your heart
Your teeth gently caressing His ear,
Taking hold of that maddening heat beneath His pants
With that feeling of adrenaline within your body,
Speed increasing
With the throbbing of His cock.

He finds it hard to steer
As your cool grip tightens,
That addictive warmth trembling in your hand
And He pulls you, laughing to His lap,
The pure hardness of him pressing higher to your fingers,
And he swerves hard, blowing his load on that loved, pale flesh.

The car stops in the middle of the freeway
As He kisses you deeply, ragged breath mixing with your own,
As the angry drivers blare all around
Yet He whispers to your ear, His hands on your arse,
"You're my world, Angel"
And you feel safe, and loved, again.

copyright © Tracey Cobb