climb over the seat
put your hand deep
in my hip pocket
and pull out my heart
suck my naked finger
wet and tight and hot
kiss me like you own me
even though I always get away
one hand is on your neck
the other is on your inner thigh
pull you deep into my world
show you parts that no one sees
I trace your ripe blushed lips
and the wanton look deep in your eyes
I want to touch those inner parts of you
I want to reach you deep inside
to hear you scream my name
hungry and hard and dripping passion
my hands gripping your hips
our bodies locked in furious desire
so climb over the seat
and kiss me like you fucking mean it
and I’ll reach into your hip pocket
and pull out your heart
Hip Pocket (a poem)