Rocket 88

1949 Oldsmobile
dripping with sex appeal
after the war, economy humming
porch swinging, guitar strumming,

Songs of lust, the long highway
you and me at the break of day
heading west, ocean calling
'ccelerator floored, that sucker hauling,

Top down, hand on your thigh
skirt pulled up, pretty damn high
I know you're wearing no underpants
feel you wiggle as my fingers dance,

You reach across under my shirt
'mobile humming, kicking up dirt
doing ninety, hand slides south
you move my finger to your mouth,

At a hundred even we reach orgasm
blast across that canyon chasm
screaming loud at the top of our voices
joyous with our road trip choices ...