SPEED OVERLOAD

I crave your bliss like an engine starving for a speed rash on a midnight-empty highway.

I fight it, but every defense dissolves the second your memory digs into my ribs.

Surrender… a sweet and spicy choice to lose self-control.

A wave of excitement locked in a half-smile.

Key chain.

Door.

Silence breaking.

The car jolts forward, driven by the ache of wanting you. Speed spikes. The night thins to a razor.

I tear through traffic lights — green egging me on, yellow begging for mercy, red daring me to disobey.

And when I reach you, your touch burns like an awakening fire.

Pure bliss.

Soft collision.

Heart quiet.

A peace I have to sin to feel.