Nighttime Chauffeur

Driving the ladies...

You drive around in your car

Red, like your love

Like your desire

Driving women around town

Both of you evening types

You hug the corners tight

Like you're afraid they'll leave you

Like you're afraid they'll love you

Your passenger

Barely clad for the weather

Archaic smell of want on her body

Delicious release behind her teeth

Clutching her tiny purse

As each bend threatens to throw her

Into you or the distorted night

Her skirt rising slightly with every turn

Every acceleration

And her hand

Delicately tugging it back in place

Only when your focus veers

To the right

The two of you dance

In seats and held by straps

A perfect combination

Of control and elation

And the night

With its silver moon and yellow lanes

Blur behind you both. 

Author's Note

A rough draft of something I wrote a week ago. I'll have an edited version soon, time permitting. Feel free to leave comments or criticisms. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

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You perfectly build the image in my head of the situation you're describing while also capturing the past and future and private details of those you describe, like vulnerability, in so few words. Really well done. I'm interested