Poetry - Love

His Cherry Red

With his thumbs
hooked through his belt loops,
he leaned against his
cherry red ride
charming me
with slick tricks
quips and gifts
to warm up
to me
to thaw me out
he knew
I was raw
a freeze
that it would be
tricky
to master me
to flatter me
down to my knees
reduce me
to seduce me
to use me
as just
another pair of
young thighs
grazing his back seat