I clutch the gear shift tightly in my fish, pressing down on
the clutch as I shift into drive, my engine roaring between my legs. I can’t
control it, even if we sit here in this driveway perfectly still, the vibration
rushes through me as my hands explore the landscape, the curses, the pointed
tips, the lips I kiss as I slip my fingers into the deeper moist recesses where
my gear shift aches to access, the soft touch of hair against my cheek only
making my engine rev all the more, a jump start I know will explode the minute
I left my foot off the clutch, clinging to this moment, this kiss, this touch
of flesh as if knowing it won’t happen again like this, and I will miss the
kiss, the rub of hips, the pointed tips, eternity lingering as we part, and I know
I will regret losing it when it is gone.
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