Stick Shift

Charm me with promiscuous tales
shifting into third gear
the grip of your hand
familiar to a few hard cocks.
 
The glory of my position
- a passenger,
on this limelight wind
down the dirt roads
of your first explorations
is that I can witness
the magic in your touch
and anticipate  
how I will soon be the stick.
 
Seeing an opportunity
to whitewash a rather bland Tuesday,
you couldn't resist stopping
to offer me a different kind of lift.
 
Always keen to bait with a little slip
of an encounter with a mutual friend,
a casual permission to harden me
before pulling the car over
to see if it will fit
the requirement  
to cap the day.
 
I never valued that honesty
during the insecure years
when I couldn't fathom my weakness
to encourage such behaviours
when it wasn't solely reserved for me.
 
But girl, you could make me explode...
that furious desire within me  
to part your lips
in addictive thirst and thrust.
 
If only I had a found the lifestyle then,
this would be an entirely different tale.