Your so good, or should I say you are a good women... Those dreams held back and pushed up front, through your lips, off your tongue, and traveling light speed, heavy with sweet nothing sweat all over the floor, joined at the hip, screwed, turning pupils purple, dilated, contact, motion, beaming glory and rushing rivers in the mid-west where I drove all over thighs and eyes, watching highway robbery, reaching under that dress, wreck-loose torso bound kisses, across that state line, further south, gone, pinned to the hood, willingly, biting broad muscle, lapping, loving, pinching toes, giving luck. Being capable of loneliness, when your not alone, is no crime. I'm guilty too. Lucky beyond luck, talking to your god, inside, a belly full of velvet butterflies flutter for you, princess. And boys wonder and fall over hurting from confusions confining flow, and no, no, thats a no no and there you are wrapped in eagle blanket, reaching for freedom, like that burning bird, gyrating bliss and flying through the heart of the mission... Breathe... Smile.. Savor...