an Exit ramp somewhere in Illinois

white noise of tires on roads makes him ill

drop in some extreme, kick butt, CD tunes

ease back upon his head rest and just chill

while traveling to a new face with no plan

he stares at the directions in his hand

he's getting close to where he wants to be

he stopped three times to eat, and take a pee

warm breezes through the window bring the scent

of summer nights, in this state, fate has lent

soon he is just but one left turn away

moon hanging fingernail-ish, lights his way

to seven numbers listed yesterday

and promises that sent him on his way

soon doorbells chime, and then her brightest smile

invites him in for wine, to stay awhile

small talk, it leads to silent, lingering stares,

on what kisses might feel like, if they're shared

till lips dance in a velvet, smooth embrace

an ancient joy that's known as sucking face

as passion lights a gleam in hazel eyes

that fill with hunger, both the girl's and guy's

till clothes are flung like bothers on the floor

as lips and tongues begin to seek out more

soon there's such intense pleasure as they play

and he finds nothing Left to turn away

thier sighs sail high above the nois of Ill

car's horns and cat's meows, through windowsills

but nothing matters to the two who mesh

in heavenly beings blended of one flesh

each silky glide in shadowed places wring

shivers of pure bliss, clasping spasms bring

but suddenly a bell rings really loud

as all the visions vanish in a cloud

to form a room, and one big empty bed

she shakes the sweet dreams from her lovely head

then goes down to eat breakfast food instead.