the carwash

cherry..was it red..?
it must have been on that day...
the day that Missy was released...
the day Missy came out to play.
i read your poem of what erotic things you did...
you know, there by the gear shift
you and your hand...
your mind
and the gentleman behind.
how you caressed ...you know, the pink, your womanhood.
you hiked up your dress...
in the wet you caressed.
you split your seams..
pulled apart your wicked gleam.
the shimmer of the pleasure
more as you rubbed...more of your special glow.
the wet all around you...in a cocoon, the safety.
you nestled in your seat...
thinking of that man...how his cock would beat...
his swollen dick
that you would use as a g-stick.
you send me pictures of your sexual hide away
between the walls of that wash.
kind of like Jesse's wall and its hole...
as if you two hide behind your souls.
the man within that car
imagine what he would find...
if he only knew
if only his eyes had pursued.
but my eyes gazed upon the sheets
sheets that wash the salt.
deep into the earth.
as if to wash a new...
know that humbly, i do pursue
every inch of you.