Last Friday night

   
Pink cheeks    
in the back of your car    
as you change my clothes    
from cotton to flesh    
under the guise of    
watching a    
drive-through movie    
   
You kiss my racing pulse,    
undo the buttons    
of my good-girl blouse,    
and run your thumb    
across the top    
of my breasts    
as I peel your jersey    
from your strong back    
   
trembling hands    
and breath,    
eyes open    
   
a lost wish    
I made    
last spring    
came true    
with my palms    
on your chest    
and your name    
a soft moan    
on my mouth    
   
The windows fog.    
 
You wear my    
body like a    
second skin.    
   
and when we    
come down    
you redress me  
so I’m as marked  
as yours  
on the outside  
as I am inside  
 
and my lips graze  
your chin  
as you pull    
your scent  
over my head  
trapping my hair  
in the collar  
 
I wrap my arms  
around your neck  
damp from movie watching  
as your jersey    
hangs to    
the middle of my    
still-trembling thighs