Car Sex:

It makes me
feel
like a teenager
again.
I like to lean
across the seat
to slide
my hand up your leg
and
my tongue over your ear.
The air conditioning
blowing a draft
across my thighs
like the first night:

Racing
out of the city
I direct you
in the dark,
we search for a mountain road
secluded, just enough.

You ripped my tank top
that night,
like
my breasts
could no longer
be contained.
They must have
craved
the touch
of moonlight
behind your hands.

Multi-tasking,
you unbutton
my shorts
and
examine
my tattoos.
Your fingers tickle
my skin
and continue
across my body
to pull me
on top.

Straddling you
in the back seat
makes me
feel
like a teenager
again.