Back seat Casanova

I’m not a romantic

Sorry I’m not

When you asked me to be

It was right on the spot

Back seat of my car

Moon up above

Our clothes on the floor

Embraced in a hug

You needed my love

I wanted your body

You desired romance

I’m just being naughty

Your eyes they were pleading

Future visions you saw our child in a cradle

I leaned into you and whispered

 “no anal”