Momentum

   
we sat there in the spit of tequila conversation    
lips moving to the fire    
for the ride under my dress    
wanting to suck on my clitoral subject;  
   
banging his head;  
   
we take off for that one last stand    
but I had to back up and get him    
because the door flew open and the seat wasn’t bolted in    
and so he went flying out the side of his 68 Charger.      
   
I was driving.