The backseat.
She lays her head in his lap,
he pulls her closer into him.
With every touch of his fingertips
her legs shake
Her teeth grazing her bottom lip
trying to hold in every moan from escape.
Eyes closed, d e ep b r e a t h s,
taking in every shock sent through her veins
with every intention not to give in.
For a brief moment,
she opens her eyes and looks into his
with complete submisson.
A smirk of gratification
appears across his face.
She has surrendered herself,
but he is not yet satisfied.
Handful of hair,
his lips pressed agaisnt hers.
Taking every breath left in her lungs
until every desire was met with sensation.