It was about an hour to get to her. An about hour I would be swallowing a drove of unspoken emotions I would get each time I took one look at her face. As I traveled across the asphalt ocean, I could see us sitting in the flower garden, talking about nothing in particular, just there spending time together. I longed to have the courage say what was on my heart. To tell her tonight we should surrender to passion. The passion that brews from a kiss. A rogue kiss where our tongues tangled and our lips explore one another.