January 2023

by  A.J. Huffman



hood of the Porsche caressed my breasts  

as I opened and he slid beneath my seat.  

My kind of ride, I thought  

as he mounted me.  An erotic pair  

of ornaments, we howled,  

our arousal rising into the night.  

Faster and faster we raced against our own  

desire on a back street to anywhere.  

Our pleasure echoed our surroundings,  

dark and deep and desperate  

to beat the sun.  Finally,  

we came, a portrait of semi-anonymous  

shadows caught in the light of the high beams.