Tripword Bound

The trip of a lifetime presented itself to Paul. And he could not wait for it to come. Nineteen days to pure bliss. What was he going to do with himself until then? He would not let anything come between that date and the end of the world. He had not seen Polly in ages and he was going to have fun on this trip. Paul had a feeling that she felt the same way about it. He was not sure, but he could tell that this might be dangerous in it's own way. But let bygones be bygones. And the past be past. Although the future will be foretold.

Will be foretold in its' own way. Until then he would bite his tongue. And whisper not a word to anyone about it. Let's do this anyways. Is what his mind was telling him. Although he could not see any damage in letting a few know about it. Would it blow his mind, probably, but that's alright, it had to be blown anyway. He could handle the damage it might create. His mind was full of the possibilities. Possibilities that he would not pass up. Possibilities that he could not pass up. Or let up. And then he would use his tongue for nefarious plans and ways.

Lifting up more than his spirits his ego as well as other things. To let pass into his story of success. Of more than just his mind. His alter ego as well. Breaking his heart and calling him out. Five hours is what he called for while the writing process was still fresh in his mind. She really wanted him to have coffee, her coffee, was what he preferred. It filled his veins and coursed through his body at magnificent speeds.

Her long hair still motivated him to cruise through life unaltered, although she had recently cut it, and shaped it to her demise. Something that could not be undone, but it could still be appreciated. Inspiration, she had it over him. Lots of it, and he had every intention to share it with her.

When he saw that all the bets were off he flipped. And the emotions ran rampant. Too fast to put into words, words that made sense. Separately he could not figure out what was going on in her world. But he knew that once he touched down from the flight things would be way better. Better for both of them. And he would not want this to end. Although he knew that it would eventually. He was checking her out long distantly. A rock steady vibe was playing on the radio at the time. Something that was similarly catchy.

Along with the spirally chaotic temper that was hidden inside of her, that he was bound to push out. Sometimes he knew that this was secretly what was wanted. Uncomfortable tendencies floating around the room. The chemicals were releasing in a fast forward motion that was bound to explode. All in the nick of time. Trying to get the fix of a lifetime. Damn this is a very emotional time period in Paul's life. He was bound to ruffle a few feathers in her family life, but that was alright.

Turning off all communications for the time period. Just to enjoy the moment in full fledged. Paramount and abnormal this was going to be plenty of fun. Warming up to find out the barriers of their emotions were up for this exciting moment in history. Let's hope so. Bound by the leather and metal in this king size bed.