Kerrie had suggested we go for a ride in her new 2 door BMW coupe
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats. Kyrie took over from there
At nearly ninety miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edge known to some as Mulholland, a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains
Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns
Sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
Fast, slow. Fast, fast. Slow
Sometimes were wide turns. Sometimes a quick one
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right before driving back to the right
Only so she could do it all over again
Until after enough speed, and enough wind and more distance then I'd been prepared to expect
Taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit
I heard her say
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?
Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Do you get the gist of the song now?
I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then
I know it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back and told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers. Her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tabs. Small and round like a tear
Then murmmering a murmmer so inaudible that even though I could feel her lips tremble against my ear
She seemed far, far away
"Pinch it," she said, which I did lightly
Until she also said, "pull it," which I also did
Gently parting the teeth one at a time down, under and beneath the longest unzipping of my life
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me, through my world?
Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide through my world?
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world
Hey pretty, my pretty baby, rock it through my world
We never even kissed or looked into each others' eyes
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears
Filled them with the private music of wicked words. Her's in many languages
Mine in the off color of my only tongue
Too bad dark languages rarely survive
Hey pretty, my pretty baby
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, my pretty baby
Rock it through my world
Do you get the gist of the song now?
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