You're here.
With me.
I'm in your passenger seat.
My lungs take full, deep breaths of summer air.
A breeze tickles my skin, tangles my hair.
Red light.
Your hand finds my jeans, follows their seam.
Our smiles meet, I blink.
It's just another daydream.

she sat out my doorway
elusive, mysterious
a quaintness that I couldn't help but to admire
existing truly in a self reclusive reality
speaking rarely
and listening even less
possessed fierce gray eyes
that instilled inexplicable emotions within me
with little to no effort she touched my soul

she didn't do anything unusual
*I only wanted her to.

I picture his fingers
.           lightly dusting over my body
.                    like a feather....  in every curve.

.                          Caressing my every imperfection
.                                  as if I were completely irresistible

.                    I imagine the kisses as pure and honest  
.               as sweet dripping honey,
.                      luscious and inviting, sweet.

.                       Our embrace is graceful, tender,  
.                              thoughtful; delicately wrapping  
.               like a satin fabric
.                       lingering quietly draped
                                                      so so soft............
.                                               ­                    I imagine

I imagine
That glint in your eyes
And that teasing smile
'Cause you have a surprise

I imagine
Your laugh ringing out
When I tell you a joke
No matter what it's about

I imagine
That we almost touch
And that tingly feeling
Is almost too much

I imagine
That you're here with me
We can do whatever
And I make you happy

I imagine
A lot of things
But you're so far
Away from me

Imagine starting over again,
Imagine a clean slate!
Imagine the possibilities,
Imagine the dread.
Imagine all your sins forgiven,
Imagine having *** tonight,
Yet tomorrow still  a ******.
If you can imagine this
Then you have too much imagination.

I remembered my first love.
I remember how it feels,
how it tastes,
how it sounds..

so kind,
so naive,
so pure,
so sweet,
so stupid.

I remembered my first heart break.
I remember how it feels,
how it tastes,
how it sounds.

so awful,
so painful,
so nauseous,
so paralysing
so stupid.

however, I've got no regret.
I smile and yeah, whatever

everything happens for a reason.
and I don't want to know the reason why.
*wink