“I feel good”

I say it in a bit of a drunken slur

the cars are flashing by in a whirl of snow and sleet

you’re  the only thing in the world I want right now

I feel a wide palm caress my hip, and eyes gaze down still

you’re the only thing I want now

the only thing I need to feel

hot breath on an ear, a bumpy car ride

to wherever youth goes when it its gone bad

you are my saving grace and my one way ticket to everland

you only you

with the hair on your chin

and slick hands.