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Mountain Roads

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 

Oh, to See Mars Storm

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