This is a poem about connecting with a singer through his/her lyrics. I'm still kinda drugged up on pain meds, so it may only make sense to me.
There's a place I go,
When I turn on the radio.
You're waiting for me there,
As your voice drifts through the air.
One of those happy joyous places,
Crimson passion, my heartbeat races.
A never-ending pleasureful journey,
I'm yours forever; eternally.
We can awaken to each other's kiss,
Explore the destinations we missed.
End the day with a passionate embrace,
Here, there's no need for haste.
We connected through your lyrical perfection,
Your words point us in the right direction.
I want to hear your voice drifting me to sleep,
One more pleasure that I'd gladly reap.
But, oh, no, no, I have to go,
Your voice no longer on my radio.
My mind impatient for that sensation,
I guess I'll have to change the station.