Kissing In Cars : Love Poetry

  Driving her home is hard when its raining down cats and dogs .
Howling winds are bitter cold as the windscreen on you fogs .
So you pull into a quiet place where the moonbeams fall .
A second or two passes and your backs against the wall .
Car parks are the devils playgrounds when you're with a girl .
Lips invite you closer as your head goes in a swirl .
We are warm blooded creatures kissing in a car at night .
Like a vacuum our lips sucking together seemed so right .  

By Paul McCann