Drive

Walking down the staircase

On their way to work

Two Lovers in the same place

Delightful morning smirks

Stepping in the truck

Cold keys to ignition meet

Windshield wipers buck

Autumn frost cleared by heat

Finally on the road

Umber valley of leaves

Absence of another car forebode

His hand move up her sleeve

She warned him it’s too daring

He assured her it was fine

She parked the truck on a clearing

He kissed her; the Lovers hidden in pine

Vibration, the engine runs idle

She positioned herself on top

Their breathing becomes unbridled

Now connected, moving, “Dont stop!”

She begged him through lashing lips

Exposed breasts kissed red

His working hands secured her hips

The Lovers alive in a forest near dead

The time approached with motive

He spun her to the seat

Position a missionary votive

The Lovers private beat

The roar of a November dawn

Orange leaves freed by wind

The Lovers know it won’t be long

The immaculate culmination of sin

Nature demanded surrender now

The Lovers did conform

Linked by flesh he kissed her brow

The Lovers, naked and warm

Living for the Lover’s sake

Quiet affection with open eyes

Healed from reality’s ache

A moment free from lies.