It was the rhythm of the motion. The bass pounding through the speakers deafening the sounds of anything you said. The room was dark with flashing strobe lights.
We met at a french coffee shop. Your emotions broke me into tiny pieces falling like the flakes on my pain au chocolat.
When souls mate without the body...
You create a garden within me. Flowers burst everytime you plant your seeds into the deepest parts of me.
It's going on two years since I've been traveling North bound on this I-87 road and I cannot say that I am any closer to my destination.