Girl, you got me guessing. Tonight is a night where poems are writ. Everything feels sing song, light and heavy - beautiful though vibrantly overwhelming but conscious.
A soundtrack kind of night - where stereobeat match my heartbeats. Reminiscent visions of an hour previous, flash around my mind - on constant replay. Interlocked fingers and soul aligned eyes met harmoniously - where stuttered, strained breaths say all that's to be said.