Cruisin'

Slowly, like a sunset sliding across the hood, everything around freezes - only the road, the music, and the breathing beside me remain. There's no rush in this sound, just a warm glide between rhythm and touch. Everything seems woven from smooth lines: fingers on the steering wheel, voice on the skin, light on the windshield. Love here isn't a flash - it's like driving on autopilot, when you don't need to say where to go. The music paves its own way, and all you have to do is ride alongside it, breathe in time with it, and know that everything is perfect. Let the whole world wait - we're on a cruise.