Write 365: 913 – Late Night Nasty

Both of us in the back of the ride off that brown
Hands traveling as we ride throughout the town
She’s wearing the Black dress that flips me like a switch
Roll up the partition as we scratch that awaiting itch
Under the moonlight, our energies will dance
Driver knows to take the longer route in advance
In my ear saying she’s been panty less after one drink
The things that I’m going to do while I’m inside that pink