thirst thirst thirst

As I age, and my spirit gentles, what I find attractive has changed, evolved into something different. Lately, what arouses me is hairy dudes driving oversized, gas-guzzling trucks, just laying on their horns, like, just putting their strong calloused palms on the center of the steering wheel and PRESSING IN with all their might and letting the golden dragon they ride - I mean, their truck - release loud sounds of emergency that can stop a heart, and aiming that terrifying sound right at a little Corolla, a rusted grey Corolla with its hazards on, where some fat bimbo is helping some old bitch out of the passenger seat who looks like she might have suffered a stroke. Man, when I see you do that, I'm like, YEAH BIG BOY YOU TELL ‘EM, YOUR MAMA LOVES YOU, AND NOW I LOVE YOU MORE, you sweaty, red-faced, hypertensive giant, look how you scare everyone within a mile, look how you frightened that teenager on the corner trying to cross the street, cuz no one gets in your way, do they, and OH YES, you just keep blowing that horn and shaking that fist and tempting me, keep it up and I'm gonna use that weird step stool attached to your big truck and I'm gonna climb right into that passenger seat and I'm gonna grab your hairy mane and turn your head to me and I'm gonna reach real slow and I'm gonna use my thumb and forefinger and I'm gonna pluck a pacifier from my purse and I'm just gonna STICK IT RIGHT IN YOUR MOUTH, you like that idea, don’t you, big boy, I'm straight gaggin’ on how sexy you are, what's a gal to do but thirst thirst thirst, and after all of that, you’ll need a rest so we can change your diaper and lay you down for a little nap and you can suck your fingers and think about all the silly ways you will terrorize your community when you wake up, sweet boy.