A Drive

I close my eyes
A measure of pleasure
I feel the embrace
Unembarrassed, I pant
Like a bitch in heat
Flames burning a hole through cold steel
I know what is real and this is fantasy

In my car
With the radio on or off
I don’t care
I’m miles away
Hands moving across your skin....
And then,
The light changes and I see red

Traffic slows, vision gone
Lost to an invasion of my piracy
Stolen treasure returned
Because I’ve learn to hide the subtle rocking
That starts in my head
And travels slowly,
So slowly, down my back
Takes a hold of my waist
Hips drawing figures
In a phantom synchronicity
I move through the streets, no one the wiser

I ask, is this normal?
"Oh yeah", she says
"Twenty-four seven
Someone finds heaven
In the driver’s seat,
On the way to an appointment".

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