A-muse-ing

I want to draw out you and me.
I want to write out vibrantly, brilliantly every fantasy out of my head.
Pull you into my bed, trade a week for one single sinful night.
But so far I am lost completely, all ideas roam around. Twist and turn in a hurricane. Clutter up a bit of this and that. Another day.
Here we are.
Hi.
Smile.
Akwardly..