My Hands Melt

March 5, 2008
My hands melt on the steering wheel,

As the fresh air from the windows cool our moist faces

Soft fingers stroke my sunkissed skin,

As goose bumps form in the wake of your touch

And time slows down as my heart speeds up.

My mind is spared the thoughts that waste precious time,

Finding simple bliss in the undecided direction ahead

As my unpenitratable ecstasy takes hold.

Beads of sweat roll slowly down the back of my neck,

As the sweet music of the broken radio serinade

The moments as they're made into nothing memories.

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