shifting easily from gear to gear
smooth sexy growl
he knows so much about these things
sighing, his hand moving naturally from gears to thigh
he says if it weren’t so wrong
this would be so right
clothing disappears
cast aside without thought
the leather is so smooth
in the passenger seat
he knows so much about these things
teeth to lips, breath to tongue
the feel of him between my knees
the rumbling engine, wind on my face
his lean muscles beneath my fingertips
devilish grin with a disarming dimple
he sighs in my ear
hot breath sending shivers down my spine
if it weren’t so wrong
this would be so right
he knows so much about these things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem