better than coffee.

It was a Tuesday afternoon in a coffee shop somewhere across town.
She was drifting a little faster than her heart flutter, upstream... and yet effortlessly.
This state of existence was a breath of fresh air but i swear it was nothing like breathing.
He is a delightful place.
...Similar to the rush of the wind half past 7 on a coast somewhere far from here.
The follicles of her hair tap dance against his melody as he touches her deepest parts...
They sit on a red suede couch and discourse in silence about love and darkness until closing.