I walk the street with the smell of concrete a bitter sweet aphrodisiac.
Searching for the one to compliment my needs, it is only her that I lack.
The asphalt shows no mercy to my broken down steed, I wander alone at night.
I can only pursue the hormonal call pulling me along in my flight.
Wandering from bar to bar I seek out the one who would call out my name.
I hear her voice, it comes from within, to my ears so gentle it came.
It is so soft, a breath from within an empty vaulted tomb.
I gaze around like a dog in heat checking out the room.
A hint of lavender wafts my way and our eyes become as one.
Can this be the love I have sought to find, is the struggle finally won?
We walk hand in hand with neon lights a blue midnight sun glowing.
Sharing her warmth, her mischievous smile, I can sense my passion growing.
We stop at a gate, she says that we're home, a headstone naked and stark.
She asks if I would like to come inside the surroundings suddenly dark.
I reply no thanks and turn to leave, she calls out to beckon me back.
I still walk the streets, the smell of concrete a bitter sweet aphrodisiac.
