Pinkies lay next to each other
They align at the same time
A small rush enters my chest
We sit in the backseat….in darkness
Our driver and her companion are blind to our mischief
We’re only shadows
And as the radio plays
I belt out notes….to distract myself
Your hand rest adjacent to mine
Fingers talking
Only until, your pinky moves to play
It plays with mine
They frolic around and now there’s heat…somewhere within me
A rush from a small touch
Finally….you pull my fingers to interlace with yours
My heart feels so wanted and I want more…more
Our hands now lounge around my thigh
I thanked myself for wearing such a short dress!
We unlock and your fingers trace circles….up towards where there is warmth
You scribble my name, then yours
You take my hand and place it in the center of your lap
The texture of your jeans are rigid, and bumpy, and difficult
My fingers still traces the outline of you there
Our driver is focused, she sings as she leads us through the nights darkness
We’re hidden but not all
Her passenger turned to us to speak, then changes his mind
His eye caught your hand inside my thigh
My thumb strokes against the stitch of your zipper
I felt what I already knew….was waiting for me
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