Hood of my Car

Written by: Blythe Journey

On the hood of my car
Shadows tip toe in secret 
As the captive audience
Sultry sweat beads
Choke a slender neck
And passion gropes
At anticipation 
The dent of the hood
Snickers at it's birth
Hot skin slides along 
The silver paint that
Glistens with wetness
Darkness curtains your
Face but desire lights
Your eyes and burns
An image in my head
That has me spellbound
On the hood of my car