Drive

The hot drive in my truck to work
is nothing compared to the drive you make me do,
the drive you give me.

In stolen hot passionate kisses
we escape
from a world of stress and business.

We're driven by lack of relief,
by mountains of work,
and by the want of each other.

And I do want you
and you want me.
We are one when we meet,
driven together.
Hot.
Steamy.

I throb inside you
we match
we fit
I can feel every inch of me
driving inside
my head parting the way
spreading your walls
penetrating.

You are the heat in my pants
the fueling desire in my loin
You are my succubus
though you won't steal my soul
only my shaft,
steal it deep inside you
repeatedly.

Let me drive you.