Chevy Impala --- A poem

Chevy Impala
I sit in your Impala wondering what you are thinking.
I use to read your vibe with ease but now you hide it from me. 
My mind has decided that I should leave your not ready for me. 
My body not ready to leave it wants to feel you one more time. 
Jill Scott plays in the background playing the song that says "why does my body ignore what my mind says". Time passes slowly. kiss me already but no kiss. 
Maybe this was a mistake. 
Maybe this ended the way it did. 
Finally you kiss me. 
Soft lips, cold hands.
 I remember why we worked. 
You already have you hand in place that needed care. 
I switch to my primal side knowing to reciprocate. 
No are kisses don't taste like honey or soft like pillows. 
They are electric, full of lust and desire.
 I want you and no one else. 
You think when I tell you it's yours it's a joke. 
No it's your no one elses. 
Already pants off in your chevy impala. 
Lips in places that haven't been touched since the last time you touched it.
 Drenching just from your kiss. 
You look me in the eyes just to say you miss me. 
I never left you did I want to say.
 But your trapped is laid.
 I fall victim to your eyes, your lips, your dick. 
Hands so cold rub against my breast.
 Tourture me slowly with your cold warmth.