Before the pounding of him into her

Before the wet sheets and aftershocks

Before clothing wrong side out

And telephone calls stop

There was the


Parking lot

The car at a stop

The view of street lamps

And dash board


There was the

Smell of his car

Faint smoke and soap

The feel of vinyl bench seat


There was the nervous quiet

Except for the shifting of feet

And bodies as we squirmed

Uncomfortably


There was the electricity

Of almost touching

Of almost looking eye to eye

Of almost opening our hearts


In the front seat of his car

There you go.

I love it when you ride by....................

Nice write