It's been two hours and we are still driving The radio has repeated the same songs over and over My seatbelt has grown too tight around my right collar bone And my mind has fallen into my lap due to my eyes focusing too ******* the scratches in the window rather than what is behind them I turn to you and ask, "Are we almost there? I know I've asked you a billion times but I'm so hungry and my foot's asleep." You look like an angel, draped in a white t-shirt, almost glowing I cannot get enough of your aura and scent of burnt pine cones You turn to me and lick you lips "We're almost there, just be patient." Your mouth forms a slight smile as you turn your head And here I am melting in the passenger seat I have never been so captivated by someone I could watch him drive for hours and never get sick of it As I'm looking out the window I see him smile out the corner of my eye as he glances at me Oh there has never been a sweeter feeling I can feel my body loosen and I feel as if I could slip right out of this seatbelt I donβt think he knows what he does to me
It's been two ours and we are still driving The radio has the repeated the same songs over and over My seatbelt is cutting into my neck And my hands are getting tired of holding this steering wheel I feel as if they are numb and my left foot has drifted asleep I see her turn to me and ask, "Are we almost there? I know I've asked you a bullion times but I'm so hungry and my foots asleep." God, she looks like an angel, her golden brown hair spilled down beside her face, framing it perfectly She smells of vanilla and spearmint gum, I can't get enough of her I turn to her and lick my lips "We're almost there just be patient." I smile because I just can't help it The way she makes me feel is like nothing I've ever felt Her whole being entices me I could look at her for hours and still find new details that I love I glace at her and smile, God, she's so beautiful Oh there has never been a sweeter feeling I can see her body relaxing as she lays her head back on the seat I donβt think she knows what she does to me
To Be Continued...
I really wanted to write a scene between two lovers so sorry if you don't see it as poetry, but I do.