Holding each other over gearshifts and arm rests

Kissing passionately trying to draw out our souls

And meld them together into a complete being

Devoid of loneliness and with desperation clinging

To the last breath of what we want to go further

But we know can't go further

For the sun is going to rise

And you have to be home

And I must go inside

Before I am noticed missing

In deep distress we part

Promising this is only a prelude.

JP Adkins