She reached down and touched herself.
Almost a month spent alone
Kisses, whispers in the dark, memories.
He thinks of her, adjusting his awakening hardness against coarse denim seams.
She sighs and moves against her hand.
He shifts into another gear and smiles,
The talking, the loving; hugs, smiles.
Remembering his road weary, rockhard body encased in the softness of her own.
She quietly cums, wrapped in clean sheets.
Down the raod, many miles away,
He sleeps, dreamless.
Resting for the next day of travel, alone.