The drive

As I gingerly glide along
the gentle curves
that rise and fall beneath me,

my fingers laced in and around
the steering wheel,

the rough-hewn country roads
vibrate through my core
and a vision of delicious
perfection undulates palpably
in my imagination.

I’m slipping down the road
driving faster and faster,
listening to the road
grind and moan as I press
deeper and deeper south.

What sweet relief it will be
to delight in sliding my key
in the lock, opening her warmth
to lap up the comfort of home.