Hood of My Car

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