****, man. She's got me good, completely entranced like I knew she would.
Who's in control? I know she's all mine, yet I can't help but fear that I'm all hers. We belong here one way or another, chuckling listlessly at the idea of fate. Fighting through the tidal waves of the weekly wait, and drowning together slowly in the shallow weekend riptides, our bodies lost somewhere in the undertow of this vicious love, plummeting deeper below the unbroken surface above.