In the Car

A reel of who I was before Replays again within my mind, And in this never-fading dream, You’re with me all the time You’ve stopped the car, and as you reach Your cold hand out to touch the door, I lean in close, across the seat, And kiss you, though we both want more Through winter’s cold I feel your skin, So fierce and eager to be loved, As you come closer toward my seat, And press against me from above I feel your breath against my face, As passion pulls, and we embrace, My body aching at your touch, My mind consumed by growing lust But as things reach a fever pitch, I feel my carnal storm subside, As my heart speaks to tell me “no,” Convincing me it's not the time Had I known then that this would be The only chance that I would have To share the deepest part of me, I don’t think I could let you leave.