the long drive into Summer (wife prompt sex and cars)

I don’t always talk to you this way, telling you how I sit in that chair, pulling my shorts up a bit closing my eyes.. drifting back to that fast Houston highway, drifting to the idea of one good, good woman’s heart tied to the murderous call of my dominance and speed.

“baby can you pick up my antibiotics?”…. your heart too good for this world

I have never truly locked you under, pinned you to it, heard you slip into and away from, but I can sit here, pulling my shorts a bit higher closing my eyes thinking about that pedal and pressing it down , finger inside you, like college and the wedding for your sister and the moment you remembered that I can and I will, forever for you….. you, your heart too good for this world.

the engine is clean and the brakes are resolved and the vulnerable are tucked under seatbelts and in car seats and you have chosen to sleep, I have watched your eyes and your athletic thighs for the better part of a lifetime… coveting your womb, and the taste of your lips, fresh like water .. your lower missus..misses..Mrs….

here in this car deep in my summer, deep in the truth I promised, finally free and racing the setting sun, following the setting of our wayward lives, our forgotten sons.. and I know I’d love to catch you, lassoed and broken, sweet errant summer, sweet, sweet lost season….. running too hot… running without an end, running without the social lubrication of tab A and slot B gimme more gimme gimme….

you feel rich in my car, I feel home in your center.. fuck me again… like you love to fuck me … love me again… deep into our long lasting Summer