70

As the car came to a gradual stop
We were swift to shift seats.
He dimmed the music;
I blushed.
—59.

As the lot outside fell bleak
We grew fervent.
His hand on my shoulder;
My lips on his lips.
Sixty-two

As the hours ticked away at home
We enjoyed ourselves, for minutes.
Or so it seemed.
His heartbeat racing, the mercury rising.
As I whispered softly in his ear,
"Sixty-seven"

As a car quietly drove by
We were immersed in passion and lust.
He paused;
I looked up.
70.