Wednesday, 14 April 2021

 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




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