
I said get your ass in the car, Lizzy
Put my suit jacket over the cold shoulder she gave me
Over the cold-shoulder-dress she’s looking hot in
Hand on the small of her back leading her while letting her be the leader
She’s two steps ahead but I’m on her heels
Other hand getting the door
Pulling her by the hair mid-squat in the car
Putting her hair behind her ear, caressing her chin, lightly choking her, tilting my head since I got the bigger nose and pinning her tongue down
Her eyes remained close for another 3 seconds after the muah like it was the kiss of death
Her knees buckling
Hand on the small of her back slowly rubbing her ass and thighs before hooking her at the popliteal to pick her up
Dropped her on the leather seats to the sounds of creak and squeak and crunch and scrunch as she fixed her dress in the doorway
Peered through the rear windshield to see was Jane Doe gone be ex or be next
I victory flexed, whispery yes, when I saw her leaning over cheating during the door test
Necktie wrapped around my head in a cancer awareness ribbon knot
They’re not shades, they’re not sunglasses, they’re alien eyes
Sleeves of my buttoned-up rolled to the forearm
First two buttons undone makes it a V-neck
Leather gloves on steering with just two fingers
Holding my beer with two fingers
Driving with an elbow out the window
My hand just above her knee
Her leg shaking
Everything she saying has a vibration in it
But she never once asked, “are we there yet?” ‘cause she likes the long rides
The windows fogged up
And reappeared something from when they were last fogged up … Har+new