Inspiration unknown I seem to just come up with things. Dark road you and I make the long trip home. The radio plays and between the songs we talk about any and everything Conversations change from topic to topic some innocent and some not so innocent. During the ride we share so much that we never planned to reveal and we planted the seeds to what we can will be. I try to controll the urge to touch you in a way other than friendly To hold your hand rub your thigh kiss your lips. It seems that the ride takes forever and is not long enough. Next time I think I'll take the bus.