Driving Myself Full of Joy

driving myself full of joy earning mileage benefits of pure happiness on cruise control with my eyes closed and you in my arms of course you tell me to keep my eyes on the road however the way you are feeling right now makes me wanna do some thangs you laugh at me and 'boy, watch the doggone road!' i comply for i know that her rather innovative hands will thank me later the end result is worth the frequency of being consistently frequent when we reach our destination, i kiss her warm lips with no hesitation she playfully hits me on my right arm and says 'damn, can we unpack first?' smiling wickedly, i reply by saying, 'confounded, woman, i already KNOWWWWW what i wanna unpack first!' she complies end of poem