| [00:09.836] | Kyrie suggested we go for a drive in her new 2-door BMW coupe |
| [00:14.015] | In the parking lot, we slipped into her bucket seats |
| [00:16.549] | Kyrie took over from there. |
| [00:19.553] | At nearly 90 miles per hour she zipped us up to that windy edge |
| [00:22.505] | Known to some as Mullholland, that sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains |
| [00:26.815] | Where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns |
| [00:30.316] | Sometimes dropping down to 50 miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again |
| [00:35.383] | Fast, slow, fast fast slow |
| [00:38.309] | Sometime a wide turn sometimes a quick one she preferred the tighter ones |
| [00:42.332] | The sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right before driving back to the right |
| [00:46.302] | Only so she could do it all over again until after enough speed, and |
| [00:49.228] | enough wind, and more distance than I had been prepared to expect |
| [00:52.598] | Taking me to parts of the city I rarely think of and never visit... |
| [00:55.471] | Hey pretty |
| [00:57.666] | Don't you wanna take a ride with me? |
| [01:01.689] | Through my world |
| [01:04.118] | Hey pretty |
| [01:06.887] | Don't you wanna kick and slide |
| [01:10.884] | Through my world |
| [01:13.836] | I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then, I know it didn't really matter, she wasn't listening |
| [01:18.329] | She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back, and told me to lie on top of her |
| [01:22.665] | On top of those leather pants of hers, extremely expensive leather pants mind you, |
| [01:28.412] | her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds |
| [01:32.173] | Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round, like a tear |
| [01:35.961] | Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel her |
| [01:39.775] | lips tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away |
| [01:43.380] | Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it, |
| [01:47.063] | which I also did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down under |
| [01:50.459] | and beneath, the longest unzipping of my life... |
| [01:52.627] | Hey pretty |
| [01:54.926] | Don't you wanna take a ride with me? |
| [01:58.844] | Through my world |
| [02:01.744] | Hey pretty |
| [02:04.043] | Don't you wanna kick and slide |
| [02:08.040] | Through my world |
| [02:10.991] | Hey pretty |
| [02:13.212] | My pretty baby |
| [02:16.738] | Rock it through my world (through my world) |
| [02:20.082] | Hey pretty (Hey pretty) |
| [02:22.407] | My pretty baby |
| [02:25.751] | Rock it through my world (my world) |
| [02:29.538] | We never even kissed, or looked into each other's eyes, our lips just |
| [02:33.013] | Trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, |
| [02:36.095] | Filled them with the private music of wicked words |
| [02:38.472] | Hers in many languages, mine in the off-color of my only tongue, until |
| [02:42.469] | as our tones shifted and our consonants spun and squealed, rabbled faster, hesitated, raced harder |
| [02:48.686] | Syllables soon melting into groans or moans, finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words |
| [02:55.582] | Until we gathered up our heat and refused to release it, enjoying too |
| [02:59.057] | much the dark lane which we had suddenly stumbled upon |
| [03:02.035] | Prayed to, carved to, not a communication really, but a channeling of |
| [03:06.267] | our rumored desires, hers for all I know gone to black forests and |
| [03:10.237] | wolves, mine banging back to the familiar form, that great revenant mystery I still could only hear the shape of |
| [03:16.480] | Which in spite of our separate lusts and individual prize, still |
| [03:19.380] | continued to drive us deeper into stranger tones, our mutual desire to keep gripping the burn |
| [03:24.369] | Fueled by sound, hers screeching, mine... I didn't hear mine, only hers, probably counter-pointing mine |
| [03:31.344] | A high pitched cry, then a whisper dropping unexpectedly, to practically |
| [03:35.524] | a bark, a grunt, whatever, no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either, just the straightaway |
| [03:42.211] | Too bad dark languages rarely survive..." |
| [03:48.977] | Das nicht zu Hause sein x2 (= there is no house in german) |
| [03:51.511] | Ba da da da (da x 8 echoes) |
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