Car Sex Between 18 Yr Olds

First Time

through the windshield, over the long white hood, the green-manicured lawns of the suburban households stood

the AM radio sang a familiar tune, daylight turned to dusk, the fields lay far behind us.

the ancient cast iron bridge covered in rust spanned the deep gorge where the steam railroad once rushed

passenger spirits crossed the bridge in the morning fog packing the ghost train that ran trackless beneath the ridge

the track iron a victim of wartime metal collection, oiled dark brown ties slowly rotted under the fresh green foliage, wild trees grew testament to their rejection

the gorge was fill't, and a new neighborhood cobbled together like a patchwork quilt

along the bubbling creek, no joy, in 1643 Anne Hutchinson captured by Siwanoy (Indians)

Mary lay on her back, her head on the armrest, I lifted her short Catholic skirt, pink panties below her knees and felt her breast

freed from under the steering wheel, elbows against the thick bench seat, I mounted her for real

unhook her bra, feared being interrupted by a police car,

savoring every thrust, Mary lay wide-mouthed, breathing staccato in the cool, damp evening must

my fingers held her bare breasts tight, the condom overflowed with youthful spirit in flight

if her mother could see me thirst, she’d know I wasn’t the first, no flood of virgin blood

“We better get on our way. Was it good for you?” “Oh yes, it was wonderful. Do you love me true?”

“Yes, forever.”

Our pledges buried in the annals of time.