Can One be Blamed for Wanting to Take a Good Look?
It happened to me yesterday as I was trying to switch lanes and buddy speeds up! I just keep swerving over until I get in, (remember the rear-ender rule lol). I just love when they drive by me expecting to see a raging brute and instead see me in the driver’s seat hahaha! I just wink and smile
All right, I confess: it was I whose path intersected with yours yesterday.
I don't even remember whether you did signal before starting to come over; my sight was drawn to and then hooked on the flowing, brilliant blonde hair of which I caught a quick glimpse through the window. It was there and then it was gone. Naturally, I sped up in pursuit, much like anyone would for that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
When you slowly but determinedly merged into my lane, my heart raced a bit, thinking you must have heard my yearning and was coming to me. We did come very close, you know, almost close enough for me to kiss your lovely derriere. As if to highlight that cute rear-end of yours, you swerved a few times, causing your blonde locks to fan out and wave at me. What a marvelous display! With hair like that, she must be a beauty, I thought.
My heart now full of the desire to take a good luck at that face, I stepped on the gas pedal again and pulled up beside you in 3 seconds flat. I looked over and beheld the face of Sandro Botticelli's Venus. Was that wink and smile an invitation to more and better things between us?
I wanted to find out. But damn that steering-wheel-clutching, foot-on-the-brake granny in front of me -- oh, how city drivers piss me off! Before I knew it, I was totally boxed in and could only send you off with those longing eyes of mine. Will our paths intersect again, Miss Luxx?