Awakening

The awakening of delights.
The claiming of a heart and soul
and the body which encases the two.
My touch sent waves of sexual energy
to every nerve she possesses.
I felt her skin pimple with carnal rapture.
Her whimpers turned to moans
as our tongues entwined, exchanging
nibbles on bottom lips.
My hands wandered to touch the smooth skin
of her thigh.
Those exquisite thighs.
My fingers then mingled with the warm folds of her labia.
Its dewey delights beckoning them inside.
I slid in further, curling my digits to reach her g spot.
A shudder shook her being with a force she'd never known.
I applied pressure to her pelvic bone,
lingering and holding the pressure.
A scream of primal exstacy roared from her soul
and exited her mouth.
Erratic breaths and spasms.
All the while biting and kissing her neck.
I then began to caress her love bud.
I believe she shed a tear.
Or perhaps it was a drip of sweat that wet my cheek.
Another wave of exstacy, another earth shattering shudder.
Now a puddle in the seat beside me.
This is how you make out with a chick in a car.