Long hot nights cruising Main, driving super slow with the windows rolled down,
The radio cranked to a soft rock station. Witchy woman sing along; see how high
She flies. Loose limbed, loosed tongue, necking in the backseat to Eagles’ live
Rendition. Good girl says whoa. Bad girl says go. She’s got the moon in her eyes.
Traffic slides by, wraiths on a river; heavy breathing, heavy petting. Hearts beat in
Sultry unison. Hands discover new delights. Tick tock. Curfew saves the night.