#10 - Deserted Road

This is brief "flash" erotica...but it has some poetic elements.

It was the last night of their honeymoon and they were driving straight-through back "home"...their new home that they had just established 14 days before.   Cupid's arrow had sunk deep into both of them, catching them unawares.
For the past two weeks, they had gleefully crossed off each location on their list of "10 places to make love." Wedding Night Hotel Room (check), Airline Lavatory (check), Tent, Balcony, Movie Theater, Beach, Roof Top, Limo (check, check, check).
One item remained.
"Are we near Roswell yet?" she asked.  "Yes, we're 20 miles out," he replied, guiding the car three miles down a dirt road.  "I need to get something out of the trunk.  It's for our own protection.  We don't want any little aliens appearing anytime soon."
There were two rubber things he needed to put on.  The green alien mask he had secreted in his duffle and a ribbed Trojan Magnum with Nonoxynol-9.  "We don't want an invasion nine months from now," he thought, as he opened a fresh box.
He tossed his shirt and sandals in the trunk, then dropped his pants and unrolled the latex over his erection.  "Shee'll gip a charb ouf of thif" came his eager statement from beneath the mask.   He returned to the passenger door, to find her already naked.
"Take me to your leader!" she screamed, as they climbed together into the back seat. "I amb dee leeber," came his muffled reply, as he scooped her up and pushed her to the rear of their "space craft."
#10 - Deserted Road - Check!