Midnight Ride

It's you that makes my heart slip away from me,
into the folds of your shirt, waiting for a chase.
Begging to be found.
But we don't need it tonight,
It's not love we're after.

I slip my hand into yours,
and I can feel it begin to awaken within me.
You lift me up,
my chest now pressed against your back.
Legs spread open, arms wrapped around you,
intoxicated by the heat of your body.
Grazing the sculpted crevices of your frame.
The engine roars to life,
take a breath,
and everything becomes a blur.

I shouldn't want you.
But we're going too fast to stop.
I'm spoken for.
But everything seems miles away.
I can feel my hands clenching at your fabric.
Your heart racing, ripping at its seams.
Is it me that has you?
Or the adrenaline of the ride?

My hands begin to slip,
Gliding lower down your chest.
We're away from everyone.
Speeding down dark roads.
There's only us.
You don't stop me,
even though I know you can.
The wind stinging against our skin,
We're too far gone.

I'm his girl.
Not yours.
He's why we met.
Leaning into the sharp turns,
this can be another one.
This can be ours.
110 miles an hour, no one will catch us.
My hands on your lap,
overwhelmed with desire.
Craving to do wrong.
Burning to find sin in each other.

Our hearts stop.
But this can't happen.
We can't.
I can't.
We have to go back.
Speeding towards reality.
Let me memorize this moment.
Linger in its possibilities.
My hands are at your chest again.
And he's there to help me down when we arrive.

Thanks for giving her a ride, bro.