DRIVEN
Warmly her hand caresses me,
with a fluid familiarity
of rhythmic pattern…
up, down,
up and down
at times rapidly and others
slowly and deliberately
always quickening her pulse
impelling me onward,
embracing the power…
she wields it so well
A slow, sly smile begins to
spread across her glowing face
as every part of her body presses into me
back, forth,
back and forth
the forces propelling us into oblivion
excitement escalating
within her pulsating veins
Pushing me to the limits of my ability,
moving faster and faster, I sink,
I grab, I hum with exertion
curving left,
curving right,
until she finally has had enough
her hair a wild tangle
She stops…
pulls my parking brake…
pats my hood and strolls away breathless.
I've been DRIVEN!
K.Tate Jacoby
copyright September 8, 2012
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