I thought of what we used to do

When I told my husband lies

I couldn’t get enough of you

And your warm inviting thighs

You would meet me at the corner store

As the sun was sinking down

Then you’d drive a little more

Until we drove into town

I couldn’t wait that long

To reach up that little skirt

You wore your lacy thong

Does it match what’s under your shirt?

I start my fingers at your knee

Slowly going up, up, up

I see your eyes close while driving

I’ve waited so long for this fuck

We park the car where we always do

My fingers searching for your lips

Guided only by the bright moon

I feel you starting to drip

I lean in for your secret kiss

You have always been the one

I crave your touch over his

I think of you when I cum

I kiss your neck, and now you moan

And raise your skirt to your ribs

You notice my husband calling my phone

I decline it, I want this, this, this

The backseat becomes home

Because that’s where you lay

He keeps calling my phone

I ignore it and say

“Are you ready for this?”

You beg for my touch

I crawl on top and begin to strip

And that’s when you use your tongue

Feeling weak at the knees,

my body falls on yours

And just as I plea

To go on furthermore

Your door jolts open

And we are exposed

My husband is broken

And I am unclothed