Love Beneath the Dashboard Lights

In a midland Drive-In, ‘neath an August moon. The feature was “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”. Sat two young kids, with young passions hewn. Young at love, just neophytes, Just being alone was their pure delight. She was my brand new Queen of the dashboard lights. She was a delicate creature of a different type; Just turned eighteen, long legged and ripe. Six months before, who’d recognized This once guawky girl, now feminized. She grew so quick, right in my sight, As I saw her beauty come to light. I was destined, as was Cervantes’s Don Quixote was to Dulcinea drawn. Not just to love her from afar, But by the dashboard lights of my old first car. A mini skirt high up her thighs, Her perfume that makes you agonize, Caused bulging stress in your Levi’s. Your mind and body’s full inflamed, Like a Centaur’s lust, wild, untamed. Fiery kisses, hot foreplay, Young lust and passion lead the way Silky skin, clothes disarrayed, Torn Trojan packs, tossed lingerie; Bodies locked in swing and sway; The smell of love’s divine bouquet. Soft sounds and gasps drown out the night With our coupling ‘neath those dashboard lights. Now, long in tooth, the end invites, Yet you still rethink that starry night. Just on the edge of your memory’s site Like a candle, burning warm and bright. Its glow distracts you time on time, With thoughts of you and her entwined. Like a moth flies to that lovely flame, As your lips once more murmur her name. Old memories clear, and your heart ignites, As you relive those erotic youthful rites, When two young kids climbed passioned heights. In the glow of an old car’s dashboard lights. You awake alone, in an empty bed, With sweet youthful memories still in your head, So real, but only dreams instead. Your brain’s awhirl from her mystique Yet your hands can’t find her, when they seek. You feel warm tears run down your cheeks. Missed lips that dripped of honeydew, That fired your passions up, anew. Tucked in so warm and close to you. Curly hair, and eyes so bright, And velvet laughter, pure delight That soothed your demons in the night. Now lies my Queen, an empty shell, This grey haired vixen, I loved so well. For fifty years she wove her spell With eyes and smiles, she tantalized And kept my heart pure magnetized. Her memories now immortalized. Today, her casket drops from sight, Thus ends what began on that August night. Two kids in love couldn’t have been more right, Farewell, my Queen of the dashboard lights