That Night

It was how the streetlight
dimly lit the inside of the car
on the dark, deserted road.  

The way she put her foot up
on the dashboard and spread
her shapely legs.  

The way she tasted, smelled—
the wetness, the moaning,
her toe ring, and the sweet
smell of her vagina.  

The warmth and the grip
of her insides.
The windows fogged up
from our heavy breathing.  

The feel of her breasts
as I slowly slid in and out.  

And the way our eyes locked.
The way we came.  

It never came again.  

But what a night.