I-ATE-YOUR-BACON

“Do you want to explain to me where we’re actually going? I don’t want to seem unappreciative but it’s not everyday that I have a bella dama charge into my house and drag me away.” Rolling your eyes with the softest of smiles on your beautiful features, you glanced back at your Cuban companion cheerfully with a twinkle that out sparkled any star in the night sky. “Oh come on, you should know where we’re going by now and if you don’t, well, you’ll soon find out.” “Know? How am I supposed to know?” The complainer questioned in bafflement though despite his obvious curios

Your warm light Reaches for my heart A call for love A great passion But you can't touch it It's broken and darkened And the sharp shards Will break your skin You'll have to wait While I pick up the pieces And put them together So someday loving me will be safe