- Erotic Poetry
- In Your Car
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*In Your Car*
So we're in your car
Maybe in the back seat
And just like you said
Your shirt tails are out
Your pants and boxers
Down at your knees.
The sun shines through
The leaves of the bush
Where you've parked
And no one can see us
Unless they look hard.
You're leaning back
Eyes closed, breathing erratically.
I rub more oil in my hands,
Make sure your eyes are shut,
Touch the tip, just that
Quivering aching tip
With my slick palm.
A string of precum stretches
Between your cock-eye
To my finger,
A liquid bridge.
Only I can see it.
With a possessive fist,
I claim you and grasp
This proud man cock
And hold it tight in my
Hot, oily grip.
Is that good? You nod.
More? You groan.
I stroke hard and slow
Slow and hard
Feel you tense
Your ass rising off the seat...
Later, we'll be
We're just sitting here
In your car.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 20 years agoThe language is strong and direct, very compatible with the action in the poem. It seems like the last stanza is missing a few words, though. Enjoyed it. Thanks.
