Discussing her orgasm as we drive down Rte 95 at 2am

"imagine, "
she smiled, "that you're dressed completely
in orange marmalade

and that this normal
and that everyone else is
too."

"ok, "
i say.

"Imagine, "
she laughs, "that there are bees
thousands of bees

and they dont' want to sting you
they just want to lick you all over
and make you happy

so happy
that it tickles."

"ok, "
i say

"Imagine, "
her eyes bulge out from her head, "that you can fly
with your giant orange and black butterfly wings

and that it makes you special
and everyone else wishes they could
too."

"ok, "
I say

"It's like that, " she says, "just like that."