backseat

He's a tower of fire, eyes like sea ice, Blonde hair wild, grip firm and precise. She’s all soft curves, brown eyes aglow, A golden flame that dances slow. Clothes peel back like a second skin, Gasps and growls erupt from within. Fingertips blaze, nails bite deep, No mercy given, no promise to keep. Hands in her hair, her lips at his throat, My pulse a drumbeat, hungry and woke We twist and crash like a thunderous tide, Two souls lost where shadows collide. The car rocks hard to our fevered pace, Windows dripping with every trace. Rough is the rhythm, raw is the night, Bound by heat, lost in delight. No names needed, no vows to say, Just steam, and sweat, and bodies in play. A symphony played in grunts and moans— Backseat lovers, breaking unknowns