You know how they say
That every once in a while
You should just get in your car
And drive somewhere?
It is supposed to fulfill you
And give you joy
And relieve all your worries.
Well I've tried that.
I've tried it about a hundred times.
But the farthest I've ever gotten,
Is out for a cup of coffee.

Before I have a chance
To realize where I ended up on my mystery drive,
My car is in your driveway and
We're lying in bed,
Watching movies,
While we eat pasta salad
And you explain how you love me and my eyes
In between my telling you about something funny I read the other day.
And you rub my back,
Or caress my breast
While I lay my head on your chest
And you listen intently.

I get plenty of fulfillment from that.