Blue Vans

Emanating from your mouth is the scent of liberty and prowess,
The essence of your being, I slowly inhale.

You glance through open windows,
I peek through my curtains,
As citrine light gently caress your vanilla skin,
I take glances into your soul,

Through short sips of sin,
A warm surge flows through the body,
A twist of the key lattices thoroughly unfolding,
Your words, unbarred,
As the touch sets in.

In that backseat,

Sempiternal.