Anticipation arises
as the aroma of her oils arouses.

Heart pumping, 
I glide my fingers down her smooth side 
and squeeze her handle.

I open her and slip inside;
a perfect fit, snug, encompassed.

Softly I press 
her warm motor
purrs vibrations 
surge to the top of my head 
like a fountain.

Lost in a rush driven by hormones and oil,
we ride downtown,
slowing down, speeding up,
and I push hard,
thrusting through the tunnel
giving her juice and climaxing 
to the threshold point,

   ...then shoot to the next horizon.