Dreams

I've always thought of wanting to push you into my dad's car on a dimly sleepy night and lock the both of us inside, we'll make love on leather seats and tainted windows plates with only rain drops resting onto them but slowly slipping down under smoothly, like a melting ice cream on a cone. You'd hold me close to you and I could feel you in me, we crack smiles and trading breaths with minimum air and embracing warmth without our skin. But you only look so lovely and our hearts beating in sync, forgetting time existed in the moment. How I've always wished to wander out in the dark night with you, barefeet and steady hands, by icy cold sidewalks and through secret gardens where angels play hide and seek under the tinsel moonlight that's peeping down on us like a curious child. We'll ride away to the top of the hill, and lay there where the grass weeps its sweet dews, I'd watch how the wind playfully blows through your hair, your cheeks blush a little and your demure eyes sparkle beautifully together, matching your smile, the way it curls in all the right places and collapses on your lips and make me a little dizzy, letting all of my thoughts become invisible and I'd stay like that forever.