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I miss driving with you. Cruising down summer roads, any roads music up. You ask me to play you music that I used to play when driving. But I can't remember any of those songs. I miss the feeling, the feeling of the steering wheel beneath my wrists. Miss the sounds and smells Miss the feeling of being carefree. We need a car of our own. So I can drive you around again. My drivers license is sitting unused after years of abuse. I want to be your driver, be your chariot. There was something so sweet about the in between moments. Something I thought only I noticed. But she noticed too. In her minds eye. She sees me see her, hand on thigh. I just want to drive her again. I want to buy her a Mercedes Benz. Just to chase those moments. The ones in between. Between home and destination. Between heart and palpation.
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:02 PM UTC
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I miss driving with you. Cruising down summer roads, any roads music up. You ask me to play you music that I used to play when driving. But I can't remember any of those songs. I miss the feeling, the feeling of the steering wheel beneath my wrists. Miss the sounds and smells Miss the feeling of being carefree. We need a car of our own. So I can drive you around again. My drivers license is sitting unused after years of abuse. I want to be your driver, be your chariot. There was something so sweet about the in between moments. Something I thought only I noticed. But she noticed too. In her minds eye. She sees me see her, hand on thigh. I just want to drive her again. I want to buy her a Mercedes Benz. Just to chase those moments. The ones in between. Between home and destination. Between heart and palpation.
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Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 11:02 PM UTC
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