Life is A Highway...
she has a tattoo on her lower back...just above the heart
shaped and perfectly symmetrical...sitting in a chair,
i sit and gaze at it from across the room...and imagine...tracing
it with fingertip...lightly...over and over...each
slow century of touch...filling in the color and form...i
give each of my fingers a turn while she complains that she
wants tongue, now...ignoring her, i continue
to trace...then...like an old newsreel or travelogue...i
position myself over her and decide to take a road trip...with
what she wants...with all delicacy...i lay rubber to the
road...my muscle like a toy car on the screen that crosses
the state lines...her back is the continent...those exquisite
shoulders...california tan...i change my vehicle...flatten
my sinew to resemble a cadillac screaming across the badlands...spine
as i-40...i stop to savor the flat middle...giving kansas
a torrent...pausing for gas and snacks and coffee in the
hinterlands...her skin is now crawling with want...i
get back in and rev the engine...slowly tracking back onto
i-40...as i leave the central time zone...i head east at
just under speed limit...i slow down when entering memphis...gotta
pay tribute to the king...leaving memphis...i sharpen
my tongue...i am now a classic jag...with jutting nose
and long body...shifting into overdrive...she raises
her hips to offer more surface for my suspension to cling
to.
..i am heading back home...south...100 mph...taking
the scenic route...i force her to roll over...detour to
the louisiana...bayou as pussy...she's wetter than
lake ponch in summer...with all manner of ease...i roll
into the easy...licking and sucking her
like one hurricane after another...like the breakfast
buffet at the two sisters...i go back for seconds/thirds...she
is screaming for me to get back on the highway and finish
the trip...all cylinders are firing now...an earthquake
is building in her...she pleads for me to come home and park
it...laughing to myself...i get back on the road...spreading
her legs with my hands...i turn her back over...i am sedan...black...tinted...as
i trace the groove where her thigh meets the heart shaped
and symmetrical...exploring every wrinkle and dimple...she
is now raising herself to offer...without hesitation....i
raise myself...and switch...tongue to cock...hard and
thick like truck...i move in closer...i-20 and that deep
alabama treeline tells me i am close...i slide into georgia
at dusk...filling her with piston precision...the push
rods stroking long and steady...she is pushing into me...arching
that beautiful back that i have just traversed....my continental
exploration almost complete...i feel her tighten...and
moan...park it deep she pleads...as i shift
into 5th and put the pedal to the floor...i am now back home...racing.
..as
her breath quickens...she arches one last magnificent
time...the sigh...oh god...fuck me...i am coming...i
slide in deeper...my seals and gaskets about to explode
with the heat...i feel the burn in my shaft...the pressure
gauge rises...i am ferrari...pulling into driveway at
100mph...i reach down...pull her back into me...as i grind
home...slamming into the garage...at the last second...i
pull out...shoot my hot oil on to her tattoo...collapse...she
lowers herself...catching breath...back to the sheets
now cooling her flushed skin...then...as i began...i
slowly start tracing her tattoo again...fingertip softly
gathering a trace of my essence...i offer it to her tongue...as
she tastes me...i whisper...now, i want travel
the front forty...accepting with a laugh...she rolls
over...and the trip begins...again...