Walking down the staircase
On their way to work
Two Lovers in the same place
With with delightful morning smirks
Stepping in the truck
Cold keys to ignition meet
Windshield wipers buck
Autumn frost soon cleared by heat
Finally on the road
Umber valley of timber and leaves
Absence of another car forbode
His hand move up her sleeve
She warned him its it’s too daring
He assured her it was fine
She parked the truck on a clearing
He kissed her; the Lovers hidden by pine
Vibration, the engine runs idle
She positioned herself on top
Their breathing becomes unbridled
Now connected, moving, “Dont stop!”
She begged him through lashing lips
Exposed breasts kiss nipples red
His working hands secured her hips
The Lovers alive in a forest near dead
The time approached with motive
He spun her to the seat
Position a missionary votive
The Lovers moving to the same beat
The roar of a November dawn
Orange leaves freed by wind
The Lovers know it won’t be long
The immaculate culmination of sin
Nature demanded surrender now
The Lovers did conform
Linked by flesh he kissed her brow
The Lovers, naked and warm
Living for the Lover’s sake
Quiet affection with open eyes
Healed from reality’s ache
A moment free from lies.
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