I lay on the ground, sprawled out,
Soaking up the sounds of the music
Washing over me in waves of rhythms.
My fingers and toes tap to the blues
Coming from a harmony of guitars.
My body feels the vibrations from the drums.
Drumming, beating, throbbing:
And all this noise reminds me of last night.
We hang up the phone and you reach
For the keys to your car.
You pull up in a little black sports car
And I wear a dress to match it, making some comment like,
I'm a 0-to-60 kinda girl, but it takes a while
For me to hop in the car.
You laugh and I laugh and your smile
Coaxes me to slip into the passenger seat.
Next thing I know, we're traveling down
Dark back roads with winding curves
And you turn in all the right places
Keeping the pedal low and desperately speeding.
Pull in, park, cut ignition, turn off the headlights,
Head inside for an adventure.
A stairwell separation between clothed and naked
And next thing I know, we're in a steamy bathroom
Hidden behind a shower curtain
Letting the water wash over us.
I feel the tiny beads of liquid
Drumming, beating, throbbing on my skin.
I feel your fingers drumming, beating, throbbing
down my body.
Your lips touch my lips and our tongues
Tangle themselves slowly behind 1,000-watt smiles.
My ears are ringing and my head is buzzing
And I'm dizzy with adrenaline.
You press me against the shower wall
And I think to myself, we're really happening, aren't we?
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