This little poem I wrote a few years ago seems to fit in quite well here.
It happened in a '50 Merc
Too many years ago.
It's top was chopped, it's curves dechromed,
And chassis slung quite low,
With flathead V8 motor that
Could make the back wheels spin
And paint in charcoal primer, as
Was popular back then.
The gym was filled with cheers and shouts
For high school basketball,
But she and I had other thoughts
In mind, and so as all
The crowd intensely watched the game,
Our whereabouts unknown,
We took advantage of that chance
To briefly be alone.
Outside was glazed with ice and snow,
The night was awfully cold,
But cozy in that backseat which
Was neatly tucked and rolled.
The hot and heavy breathing caused
A frost to quickly form
And cover all the windows which
Gave refuge from the storm.
So hidden thus from outside view,
We kept each other warm,
Exploring love's delights together.
What could be the harm?
A blanket kept for such a cause
Gave extra comfort too,
And in short time we came to know
Just what young lovers do.