Backseat ABG

Gripping thighs, bent over grinding,

embracing bodies and hearts pounding.

Eyes trace your face, tongues dance with a mouthful embrace

and blissful kisses surrogate what heart’s wish to communicate.

Call n response without speaking, our fellacious conversation

has my mental peaking and erect at attention.

Because through motion our souls are sensationally connected.

Biting lips paired with lustful stares are exchanged and

you got me higher than I’ve ever been.

Biddy-da-dum, you got me boo’d up and stoned like a biblical whoore.

Saddled up, thrusting and palms suffocating your moaning.

Your hands touching the ceiling,

to find your balance while face-sitting.

I’m elatedly happy,

I can’t control my anxiety,

when we say simultaneously

“I can’t get over thee…”

My heart’s dancing and truck’s suspensions shaking

to the rhythm of this Asian baby girl’s feelings.

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