28 March, 2007

Wet Dream

...rocket through the wilderness/ Around the world the trip begins with a kiss....


Sun pours into my open convertible, and music streams from the cassette deck. The gorgeous blonde beside me turns and squeezes my hand as she sings along, smiling. I smile and squeeze back.

I am dreaming. I close my eyes.

I open them again. Still dreaming. Life is wonderful.



(Roam; B52s)

2 comments:

Nanner said...

I like Roam and Michael's Answer... especially about calibrating your Seduct-O-Meter... yeah, I know that feeling.

Cybele said...

Thanks, Peach. It's always been tricky, this being human thing. I wonder if I'll ever be good at it.