The drive home

 Silence, as I stare at the sky, through the dust tinted window on the passenger side.  The music is blaring in our ears,as there are no words to say, but only thinking of where we were last night, and how the hell it got us here today.

It's not regret that I feel, from the sharing of my mind with you, but for some reason I had forgotten, that this is something that I no longer do.  

But with a whisper and a stare, brushing your fingers through my hair, the coat room, the door shut, I could not think of anything but...

Your hand slowly running up my thigh, and I'm looking at you thinking Oh dear, Oh my, should I dare think of letting this progress, You double dared me and the floor wore my dress...

Flattery getting you everywhere, before I told you where you were going, and though now I'm feeling just slightly unnerved, your kisses were  well worth the knowing.

So the drive home, a bad movie, a cliche,  with the sun in our sleepless eyes, and nothing to do or say, but just drive and hope to get there fast, a one night stand, nothing more, and nothing less, nothing new, nothing that would ever hope to last.