WILD!

She drives me wild inna her kick of a car.

She takes me places I’ve never been before

Dragging on each other’s cigarettes.

I can faintly taste her bubble gum

On the rouge-stained filter.

We cut through the cold night 

Like a hot double-blade

Singing along to Blossom Dearie on the radio.

She drives with Mae West magnetism

Smiling through pungent red lipstick

Gazing through thick black siren eyelashes

And she smells oh-so-wild from the passenger seat

Like a hungry Jasmine flower.

The interior of the car is a flashing heartbeat

As we pass below the city’s street lights.

I rub her leg at thirty-five

Kiss her ear at forty

Then I’m on her neck

And at fifty-five

We are on a high-speed chase

Back in the 1940’s 

Film noir

Running from the coppers

Laughing

And as I breathe in her platinum hair

I tell her to 

“Give it a punch on the gas!”

“Run the red lights.”

“Go wild, baybee.”

“Go wild!”