What was I thinking?

The great beautiful sky pressed her breast against the horizon, her nipple sat in the space between mountains, the empty highway an invitation, a ribbon of spiritual milk for the traveller on his way across the desert, through providence, her unparalleled celestial femininity giving his heart to tide up with love & ease. His ride on his two wheeled ship was suddenly making experientially time bend, each second growing longer, slower. The sun was so bright and clear that in spite of the discomfort to his naked eye, the colors of the sky, and the horizon's razorlike glimmer across her chest made his psyche sing.

I have to pee.