May I Drive Your Car?

May I Drive Your Car?                     December 17, 2013

Are you to quiver in your leather seat

As you ride my purple head'd beef?

My loin doth burn; 'tis I in sheer heat,

Fornicating as one licentious ol' thief

To rob thy hearts as birds and bees,
We'll rock the boat, sipping 'pon tea!

Rolling the waves o' deep blue seas.

We coquette debauchees amid intimacy:
Sailing libertine skies unto Salacity!

May I drive hard to your car?
Surely 'tis not immoral to ask?

A trip to Snatch, our pickup bar,
And we, the sots, sip a coital flask.

Why surprised? Are we estranged

Upon our erotic nocturnal deluge,

When so much carnal has changed

Amid salacity, 'tis our sin's refuge?

May I press against thy right foot

Fast 'pon your drench'd gas pedal?

Shall ye come home safe at my root

When I slam it hard in your metal?

Let me reach to your alluring heart
As I shall ride thee coital spirit free!

You've upset Eden's bad apple cart,

And I'm under arrest, lock and key!

May I drive hard to your car?

May we go to that country star,

The first shiny one 'pon the right

Till we reach her light post night?

You shall always be my heartbeat,
And the bull ride 'pon your seat!

Thy hot rod'll rev 'tween thee legs:

Ye sip thy seed till so tipsy o' kegs!