The stockings grasp her ass like it’s their very last
Hugging curves so tight even an experienced driver would cry
I peer all the way up the mountain and empathize with the waistband just white knuckling it’s way along this sheer cliffed interstate and
Holding on for its life at the beautiful gut wrenching majesty of a hips incline
Both of us say a prayer together, the fishnets and I, please lord let us get home safe
I’ve never felt so close to heaven
I'm dazed, I can feel the rumble strip of netting scraping against my teeth
With every single one of her toes in my mouth she presses down
And as I move the pedal closer to the floor, every inch it sinks lower I feel like I’m ascending
I know somewhere up there are peaks
But with a base this round and wide and tightly bound by winding roads and twine
How will I ever have enough time to climb all the way to the top
And so halfway up, kissing the ground with every step, I stop
They call it an overlook
But truthfully I'm overtook by the sight of thighs stretching out over the world and I
Alone at the jeweled peak of the valley
I'm already exhausted
Surprised to have navigated my way even this far
And so parched
But the mountain is kind and merciful
And I discover first of all at this beautiful vertex of rolling hills and clover a stream
A flowing mountain waterfall from which the spray makes the sun gleam
So I drink, deeply, for days
In the distance I hear a wild animal scream
While I'm lapping it up like a dog in a daze spell bound by that well rounded sense of something greater that you can only get from true nature
Losing myself in the softness of the grass
In trees and flowers and hips and ass
I knot my fingers into these netted roads like tree roots into snow and I pull every drop of moisture from that soil before I go
I'll need it
For my aim is high
And leaning back to admire how lucky I am to be alive
I take a deep breath
And continue to drive