True romance

He picked her up in his old Chevy

The one with the full width back seat

Sitting, with her hand on his leg

Made no need to turn up the heat

 

Up by the old water tower

With the wide parking lot

Off near the tree line

They picked a dark, quiet spot

 

As she turned toward him

Her tenderness brushing his arm

His heartbeats reacted

To her touch of feminine charm           

 

But the old Chevy’s old backseat

Proved to be unfortunately unstable               

With any chance for romance

Becoming no more than a fable                      

 

Tho’ this unfortunate chance at romance             

Seemed like another ‘nightmare on Elm Street’

It made him realize, that for their love to shine like the gentle beats of a hummingbird’s heart, having been formulated to sweeten the butterfly like breath, of an amorously, budding romance, totally enmeshed in the tenderly produced, soft fragrant fumes of the petite, honey bee’s purple passion, all while the soft feathered wings of a love bird beat tunes of true romance neath the wonder of a shimmering moon’s tasselled light

He’d have to repair his rear seat.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is quite humorous but I think many of us have had the misfortunes of a broken backseat or whatever circumstance rendered passion null and void at the moment.

Great story weaving in this poem. I love the details and descriptions in this piece

[Dave Brown]

as long as parents remained unaware, the problem is usually resolved
thankyou for your pleasant visit and may your backseats always fulfil their purpose(s)

[Poetic Beauty]

lol I have a small car it would be a tight squeeze in my backseat doable but tight 🤭🤣🤣🤣

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. Great imagery.

[Dave Brown]

appreciate that
thanks for the visit