Truck Bedslide Homemade

your smile calling me in the mirror
turn my anatomy
and filled the silence with your smile

Sighs
the union of the lips
I
union of souls
that are lost in time.


No watches without schedules
untethered
unbearable than
that bind us together
at this time.


Your hand on my waist
me
indicates the direction of your thoughts
my hand on your back
tells you the destination of my dreams

Slowly
soft mute


still let the hormones work
in the excitement of taking forbidden.