At dinner,
between chicken fettuccini
and a foot between his legs
under a table too small
to hide our flirtations -
we teased each other
with parted lips and innuendoes
until both of us
were consumed by a desire
that chased us into the parking lot
and pressed us into the car door
tongues intertwined -
customers watching
from the windows.
We had an hour to kill
before the movie started
and our first night of freedom
from the kids in a year,
had us acting like horney teens –
Fucking in the passenger seat
behind new construction caution tape
leaving Hollywood handprints
on hot-breath-saturated-glass,
giggling at our nervousness
when headlights passed
near climax.
And the penis shaped indent
on my knee
from the parking brake
will leave a bruise
that will keep me smiling
for the next week and a half.
