Public Parking—Fantastic Love Affair

In a beeping between the buttons there is to show on this day to a sunshine hour. A ray among the light of fluffy -clouds, being bear aroused. And we sweat to these flowers. And between the car seats in the backseat so neat your feet, on the gas pedal of heat. That it’s theatrical drama living in color, loving vibrations between us slower. In our hour of blu, so I can tell you that you are of the moon burning shower.

Hard for me to see as of a midnight rarity.. It is of a lot to drive ourselves crazy to this cafe at this hot hour. A haze at the espresso shouts and colors that are full of cinnamon, gold, white, that the sun kisses the mountains blue. In our leather hearts as we hug together to a bump to bumper, rubber baby- bumper. Moving of a slow burning rythym here in this parking lot with a brew in the afternoon, every hour.