G e r m a n  L o v e  
(D r i v e r s  W a n t e d)

by Amanda Kahl


My hips grind into the seat
with every turn my arm ferociously embraces.
Ahead, two gleaming tail lights,
like the burning eyes of some
evil,
ancient,
archetype,
monster.
They sear their impressions into my brain.
They taunt me
“Can you catch me?”
“Think you can keep up?”
My foot feels so sexy powerful
pressing on the gas.
My calf controls the torque of my acceleration.
Neck is taut.
My fingers wrap themselves dangerously around
the tiny indentations of the wheel.
My entire body stiffens
under extreme coalescing
akin to the moments before I cum.
My breathing aligns with how I feel my car
would be gasping for air if I were
to ever let my gas pedal rise.
Control.
I drive.
I love.
I am.