Affair with the Convertible

The open road never before seemed so inviting
The wind never before flowing through my hair
The exciting thrill of being a passenger
The guilty pleasure of being in someone else's girl

The car pulled up so easily
No sudden jerks or odd little squeaks
No strange little scratches or markings from the birds

The door was opened, in my mind
Not by the one who was actually driving
But by my future husband in a future time

I slid into the white seats and looked around
I felt so free so alive so guilt-free, for the moment
Then we started the drive...

The fresh air never seemed so cleaner
Breezes flitted through my hair
My hands searched over the windshield
Grasping for a sun ray that streamed down from the blue sky

The clouds were too slow
Soon found themselves behind our tracks
We laughed at the ease of our freedom
How quickly we had shed off the cares of the day

A short ride later found ourselves at the secret beach
Where we waded in the warm water with the small fish
Butterflies flitted around our heads
Cheerful birds joined in our childish worry less chatter

Another ride later we found ourselves
Sipping drinks in his messy cellar
Soon driving again after a short search for the keys
Again searching for the for the elusive sun rays

A picnic on the dam
A little singing on his part
We packed it up and he brought me home
But I wish that I could keep riding

In that beautiful blue convertible...