Inappropriate Thoughts

Sitting in the car
Talking about the day,
Talking about the weather,
(He talks too much)
Thinking about her smile
As he desperately treads water,
Barely staying afloat
In deep pools of green,
Those incredible eyes…

Inside, all he seems
To manage are deep sighs,
(He thinks too much)
Until his rough hand finds
Her soft, warm thigh,
Tracing along the fabric,
Softly tickling at first,
Slowly finding the creases in her skirt
And smooth, silky skin underneath,

Letting his fingers slide
Between,
Her legs parting
Slightly,
Just enough to let him in.
(He wants to touch)
Pushing into the gap,
Curling fingers around skin,
Matching the shape of her thigh
And then sliding up her leg,
Seeking satin.

His goal fills his mind
With euphoric desire.
(He feels too much)
Her hand reaches over,
In natural response,
Feeling the pressure
Filling his pants,
Filling his head,
Filling her mind.

Inappropriate thoughts
Perfectly appropriate
For the dirty things
They longed to achieve
With the things they held
In harmony.
(He makes her blush)
He whispers fantasies
Into her ear, sweetly.

So he gets on his knees
Pushing his face in deep
(Licking the plush)

Eventually moving
To the back seat,
And then, filling her,
fills both their needs.
(Their hearts both rush)