You keep driving, baby
Don't bother about the serpentine traffic
We will reach our destination
Sooner or later
Lemme uplift your grouchy mood
By breathing fire
On your neck
As I slip my hands
Beneath your shirt
Tweaking your breasts
Keep driving, baby
Not till we reach our destination
But till you
Soil your pants
With just my breath.
©LR
Wow it's good I must say.
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