lemme be your diesel punk-ass bitch
your quaking daisy duke puss-in-boots
lemme be yours baby, you’ve got the key
rev me up, fuck propriety
let’s roll
spread-eagle me
on the hood of your car
my metal glinting against yours
come see how I handle
how I suspend myself still
waiting for your breath
the grace of your movement
me and you, skin on skin
invisible gravity
in the wake of your lips
my eyes track your cupid’s bow
my heart notches in my throat
when your lips pull back
into that soft, familiar smile
tectonic heaving
soul pulled moaning from my chest
begging please until you close the gap
and finally
cut me asunder
with
your kiss
