The Freeway of Love

Dangerous deeds camps at night in the mountains with each thought a flickering flame Those that dare to play the game a burning soul a crisp desire broken fingers in a glove hand in hand driving the freeway of love I kept the windows down this binz in sport her was short but it was blowing around her jeans jaded holes around her knees it was a sprinkle a mist driving into a fog for a kiss at dawn with the music on I slowed lost in a circle that purple ink on her left breast glowed I drove across a lawn my lights were not on her purple lips her swirling hips her door popped open I am still hoping for that kiss at dawn So I am still driving on the freeway of love.