Flowering fields in the rain.

Stumbling up the rickety staircase, walking behind, such a intriuging soul, knowing when we reach the top, I’ll feel that protuberant spot inside of your body, the beat inside of me quickened, such a thrilling ride. Ah yes, the state of mind, not so much a mind but a state of drunken awareness. There was no need to undress your essence as you were already infront of my beating frame.