Auto Erotica

Guy loves his car.

Guy tongues the grill and then goes for a ride;
he gets release in his Mercedes Benz.
Auto erotica lets him abide.

On leather seats he sashays side to side;
deep down he knows it yet still he pretends.
Guy tongues the grill and then goes for a ride.

He likes the feeling console and slide;
nor does he care if his grinding offends.
Auto erotica lets him abide.

Business unfolds where the cockpit is wide;
with grip and grope at the stroke he attends.
Guy tongues the grill and then goes for a ride.

He fingers juice on the dash that has dried;
tender his loins from the squeeze that it sends.
Auto erotica lets him abide.

He takes a break from his frolic inside;
then he re-orders a box of ExtenZe.
Guy tongues the grill and then goes for a ride;
auto erotica lets him abide.


19 Lines (Villanelle)
Writer’s Cramp
January 6, 2014