Body silhouetted lust
steamed onto your car
fantasy or reality
the lines intertwine
Licking salt from your skin
beneath hidden stars
and music from somewhere
inside of our minds
becomes perfect rythm
of sex upon sex
Your lyrics in my ear
will bring no regrets
Speedometer on fuck me
engine turned off
I whisper to your eyes
please...god...don't...stop....
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