On the way to buy apples - with Ms_LaCarte

My neck broke from trying    
to put my head on your shoulder    
as the sun set on the last day    
of our new beginning    
     
                 Fuck’s sake, what is she doing?    
                 Not the shoulder, that takes too long.    
                 I’m already late. God damn it.    
                 I need a diversion, shit…and an excuse.    
   
The sun sweat my resolve from the    
bottom of my boobs    
and today I want to sit and think    
and not drive myself insane    
     
                  Holy shit, I’m literally sweating.    
                  Does she see my jugular pulsing?    
                  My hands are wet. I need to rub them                     down my pant legs.    
                  Fuck, did she just look at my jugular?    
     
Like a child with a foot full of stickers    
I felt needy, lonely, desperate    
as I watched the wind bully a plastic grocery    
sack along the shoulder of a highway    
                              
                  Christ, they’ll be no end to it    
                  I know her, I’ll pay for being late    
                  She’ll make me do that thing she likes,                     twice    
                  And I’m going to let her    
     
The last time I got drunk and creative    
I ended up with my hair stuck on my    
caramel-drizzled titties    
and I never did find the rest of that apple    
     
                  Eureka! Apples! She also likes "that"                     thing I do.    
                  I’ll stop for apples, that makes me late    
                  Carmel too, the later the better    
                  Now, what to do about that diversion..