Don’t stop

driving for two hours
caressing your knee

when i took off my hand
you put it back
and said “don’t stop”

“i won’t,” i replied

a playful glance
a smile
sliding up my hand
your flower printed
summer dress
eagerly making way

spreading legs
one on the dashboard
knee against the window
i felt the smooth fabric
of your panties
and the shapes
underneath

warm
a little moist
a little sigh said
“don’t stop,”
as you pulled
white fabric to the side
so wet
so warm
swollen
“i won’t”

pulling up
to some traffic lights
i wanted to pull back
my hand
you looked at me
and said “don’t stop”

so i didn’t

“that truck driver
seems to enjoy the view,”
you said
quite relaxed, actually

bending over your lap
– that warm sweet scent –
i saw him
bald asshole,
looking down at us
with a grin
filthy fucker
“don’t stop,” you said
“i won’t,” i said

– what the fuck –
i loved that day
just the two of us
on the road
not caring about
anything or anyone
you were crazy that day
and i followed you
without thinking
without doubt

two months later
i asked you to stop

packing your bag
saying it was fun
but it was over
how you met someone else
how you loved him now

when you walked out
i cried
and i begged you to stop

“i won’t,”
you said

Unready (song lyrics)

moved in circles
each our own way
a touchless tango
we danced that day
we were in darkness then
we did not meet
our eyes unready
we did not see
all that could
and should maybe

I felt your breath
in the summer breeze
you caught my scent
in fresh mown grass
we were younger then
we did not meet
our hearts unready
we did not feel
all that could
and should maybe

we both went back
no longer free
we’re wiser now
won’t meet again
our hearts are ready
and want to feel
with ready eyes
we want to see
what could have been
and should maybe

(chorus)
let’s go back to central park
and walk a different trail
not the one
where true love dies
let’s try and change our tale
let’s make up
for moments lost
wake up unready eyes

(bridge)
we will never know
how close we were
to true love in our lives
a grainy dot
in photographs
a dancing shape,
a shadow there
in corners of our eyes