On Her Way

 
On Her Way

A morning call,
On the way
To work,
Coffee
And chatting
While making
Her way
Across town.

A stretch
Of highway
For several miles
Leaves the lanes
Wide open.

She calls
Once
On the straight
Away.

"Good morning.
Sweet to talk
On your way
To work."

Lefthand lane
And right on through,
Hands free
Driving,
One hand
On the wheel,
And the other
Slipped down
Between
Her unbuttoned
Pants
And her
Pulsating
Wetness.

Good morning,
Full contact
Sensuality
And convolutions.

Driving
And pleasure
While driving,

Insertive
And direct,
Imagine,
Rolling on
Eyes spinning
Raw
And delicious.

"What does that
Feel like
On an open
Lane?"

Turn indicator,
Blinking right,
Exiting,
Pulling off,
Parking under
A huge oak,
Its limbs dancing
In the early morning
Breeze
As her fingers
Pump wildly
Breathing in
Overwhelming
Ovations.

"Yes, please
More."

"Yes,
And how
Does
It taste?"

"I'm licking
My fingers....?"

"Put them
Into your mouth
And tell me."

"Your favorite,"
She says.

"And yours...."

She can no longer
Retreat.

And then
That melting
Highjacked
Sensation,

A glance
In the rear view
Mirror.

A few small
Duties
To smooth over
Her commute,
And it's on to work,

Arrival as usual,
"Call you tomorrow."

"Please do."