Car

On a long trip, just the two of you, alone on a desert road,
The sky above is blue, the driver you goad, your intentions you let slip,

They pull the car over, they shoot you a grin, they put the car in park,
Their patience worn thin, you made yourself their mark, with no where to seek cover,

They jump out their door, and race around to yours, flinging it open savagely,
They tear off your pants and drawers, lusting intensely, you they adore,

Their head crashes between your thighs, their tongue licks like a flame, filling you with heat,
You cry out curses with their name, writhing in your seat, until back roll your eyes,

You collapse back, they pull you out, and turn you around,
All the while you shout, but they don't make a sound, as they continue their attack,

Behind your back they gather your wrists, they spread your legs with their knee, and their mouth draws near your ear,
They whisper threats with glee, as the place their hand on your rear, your body twists,

As their hand traces up your side, they nibble your ear, then explore your neck with their lips,
No more from you do they hear, you press on them with your hips, your reaction you can't hide,

They press their body against your back, freeing their other hand, which pulls your head back by your hair,
A kiss they then land, holding it til you almost run out of air, resistance to their temptation you lack,

A sinister smile crosses their face, they open the door to the back seat, then a hand encircles your waist,
They sweep your off your feet, they toss you in with haste, they show no sign of slowing pace,

As they barrel in behind, they lift your shirt over your head, only your lips exposed,
As you lay in this makeshift bed, their rule is totally imposed, you beg that they be kind,

They trace their tongue from your naval to your neck, laughing as you squirm, they show no signs of stopping,
Their grip is firm, despite your body bowing, they give your lips a peck,

It seems an eternity is lost this way, it's now your turn to drive, so you meander to the front seat,
You speed back up to sixty-five, you drive on looking for something to eat, til you reach a cafe.