Auto-erotica (gak! shoot me now for that one)

Driving
cars
we wish were
bedrooms
we can drive and
stay in bed
all day
with their hot hoods and
their back seats
their leather and their
horsepower
in dawn just past sleep
or in dark of morning
we drive
in daylight or at
dusk these
cars scented with
romance where
love is secondary
and warm steel
on bare skin
seems
a wedding of form
and function and
rutting with
pumping gas then brakes
then gas
again
until
baby
I can sleep
while you
drive