North-bound
I was driving towards the Big Dipper
I was driving home
and listening to music
listening to the growing moans and sighs in my head
holding on to the wheel
I stared at the road ahead
as the evening surrounded me ever thicker
I sat still
feeling ever more comfortable in discomfort
megabytes to gigabytes
more miles per hour
everything escalating
as I was coming nearer to a stop
I was driving towards the Big Dipper
I was driving home
and listening to music
enjoying the still growing moans and sighs in my head
music caresses my brain
I let it take me
cold to hot
soft to tingly
everything pulsating
as I come nearer to a stop
and finally
oh yes
I came
home
Stop.
I was driving home
and listening to music
listening to the growing moans and sighs in my head
holding on to the wheel
I stared at the road ahead
as the evening surrounded me ever thicker
I sat still
feeling ever more comfortable in discomfort
megabytes to gigabytes
more miles per hour
everything escalating
as I was coming nearer to a stop
I was driving towards the Big Dipper
I was driving home
and listening to music
enjoying the still growing moans and sighs in my head
music caresses my brain
I let it take me
cold to hot
soft to tingly
everything pulsating
as I come nearer to a stop
and finally
oh yes
I came
home
Stop.
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