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Stolen moments taken in the late morning.
The back seat never seemed more like heaven.
Taking me back to those lazy summer nights back in high school, with only more urgency and passion.
Only we are older and understand what our bodies and minds crave.
We understand the danger and the need.
Clothing push aside.
Climbing onto your lap, wet enough to impale myself on you.
Riding into the release, looming ahead, spurring us on.
Kissing you as the cries try to escape my lips, convulsing around you, quivering against you.
The sweet seconds pass as you join me, clutching me as you too are swept away.
Soft kisses as heart beats slow.
A shadow passes, people get into the vehicle next to us.
Our darkness interrupted but still sweet.