Driven II

in cruise mode; tongue maneuvering smoothly
around curved mound; craving thoughts of you'
as gas pistons pump; hands all over my steering
wheel, lips tighten on my throttle; mind swerves

taking in her scenery; eyes full of desire, moans
of delight excite me; love the way she entices me,
its like a head on collision; thoughts says yield,
body says can't resist her skills

tasting pouted lips; salaciously I drool biting lower
lip; motor shimmy and shake as tongue and warmth
engulfs pulsating metal, skidding out of control...
I say baby lets go slow...back to cruise mode...

I need to savor this sensation...I'm about
to explode...its a heavy load...need to stay on the road,
have to hit your lubricious pothole...throttle still firm...
want to see you squirm in ecstasy

feeling silken skin against me; teasingly taunt me;
riding me inch by inch in and out releasing, grasping,
tightening walls with each rhythmic thrust up and down...
there are no detours seen or unseen on our road trip

driving up to passion's drive-in, we slip and slide in stride
passing that yield sign as our bodies align; if, the cops stop
us now I know I can't walk a straight line, loving you has me
blind with designs; on your detour signs

grinding and bucking; entwined between luscious thighs;
sighing, crying and begging for more trips, to lick labial lips...
sipping sweet nectar, dipping deep making our bodies seep...
we can't keep to the speed limit; its blowing my mind every minute

this sturdy steed is ready to breed, get on his knee's saying
baby, baby please; while nipping nipples nice and taut, tongue
caught in motion; sliding down abdominal plains of my scenic
route causing all kinds of commotion

engine overheating; releasing more lube, increasing friction
this drive is becoming my addiction; they can arrest me for
speeding but, I have rights I was in my jurisdiction