Body heat floods through the car
And hazes up the windows
Shimmying, in a bizarre
With swells of loud crescendo

People peering, looking in
But they can't see a thing
They hear the sounds of sin within..
Of bodies clattering

Cloths are scattered on the seat
Sweat drips down to the floor
Hands clasping, as moans excrete
Deflecting door to door

Skin meets skin, in shifting glide
Like factories in motion
Like pistons moving side to side
And storms, rocking the ocean

Mouths hang loosely, gasping hard
In shortages of breath
But the mind pays no regard
Because there's still surge left

Around the final lap and braced
Now galloping with vigor
With building lust upon their face
As fireball, grows bigger

The heated engine, flashing red
Sends out a blazing climax
Primordial cries, sex juices spread
Projecting far, like IMAX

And when it's finally simmered down
And noise has fallen far
They wipe the glass, and all around
A crowd's circled the car