Lovers from the Deep Underground

Her car stutters and sputters
Coming to a slow and then a stop
On the side of the road.
She pulls open the hood
Pretending she can find the
Problem in the engine  
It’s dark out, and she’s afraid.
Maybe she’s afraid of
The deep underground
Ebbing out of the covert dark.
And indeed, a car does pull over
Just behind hers,
A burly, bald tattooed bloke
Straight from the grit
Of the scarred nightlife
Walks up behind her and
Peers listlessly under the hood of the car
Pretends he is finding  
What might be wrong.
And he does something, nonchalantly,  
Before shutting the hood.  
He tells her to turn around and lie her
Hands flat against the cold, blue metal
Of her car
And without a moment’s hesitation
She hears him unzip his pants
And he lifts the soft cotton of her skirt
Up around her waist
She feels the head of his solid cock
Enter her pussy
And he begins to feed his frenzy
Fucks her quick and hard
Fucks her swift into
Bliss;
Shameful and seedy
Brutal and greedy.      

He cums inside of her
Without a thought
Then zips up his pants
And returns
The same way he arrived,  
Into the deep, charcoal night.  

She gets back into her car
Feels elation as the car starts
Without a hitch
And she wonders
If there was anything  
Wrong with it in the first place.