BACKSEAT LOVERS

The car in front is
misted up in the
middle of summer.
It is more than
just the freak
condensation, it is
the communication of
the backseat lovers.
A silhouetted picture,
submerses as the
sun begins to set;
Red, yellow, pink,
orange, entwine like
the lovers drowning
one another in a
cloud of fantasy.
The pair are enticed
in each others eyes.
He is feeling fetish,
she is feeling shy.
Like a moth to
the vivid flame?
His arms surround
her with reassurance.
The first caress is
so tender so sweet
so innocent yet
so naughty?
He is scared to
cross the line, and
push her away.
She is scared to
cross the line, and
get carried away.
The minutes seem like
seconds, the seconds
seem so timeless, and
as their eyes engage
with each other?
Like the gems of
the rainbow, each
sparkle with a
magical glimmer.
The heat now is
unbearable?
The tension now
unbreakable?
Their eyes close in
synchronization.
As their delicate lips
touch in unison.
The passion now
pressurized, suddenly
supernovas as a
slow, seductive kiss
is created.
All material items
disappear into the
background like the
faded music and the
reminder of her curfew.
Feelings mix in
a black hole;
intense, mysterious
yet captivating.
The lustful relationship
was wielded in that
serendipitous evening
by the backseat lovers.