Babies for the Winter

Poetry

Photo by Pablo Merchán Montes on Unsplash

You drive my car way too fast — despite my protests. We know — we ain’t right. Placing your hand on my thigh, your lips twitch up into a smirk that reaches your pretty brown eyes — as you watch and feel my senses come alive. My body cannot lie, though I’m still upset over yesterday’s fight — we’ll be getting it on again and again tonight. For now, I want to turn my back to you and the wind — and the blurred…