Of

70 miles an hour
With no patience
For anticipation

My jeans were undone
And your hands were
Pushed past the
Seatbelt

70 miles an hour
And I’m getting
Light headed
For the best reason

And I feel your
Painted nails
On me

Mountain highways
A first for me
As your jeans are
Now undone, too

I get to feel you
And you get to feel me
Though it’s not ideal
It’s oh so exciting

As I keep my eyes
On the GPS
The brakes
And your body

Every corner of my
Eye filled with detail
So much that I am
Close to passi...