I want to go there
Where the trails are boxed in with trees
The only sound being birds telling stories
I want to go where light doesn't pollute the sky
where the stars can be seen for miles
I want to go where the snow is endless
powdered and light and easy to fall in
I want to go where the days are short
but the nights are long.

I wonder what those hands could do?
Wrap around my neck and squeeze,
or wrap around my waist and hold me close.

I want to run my fingers through his hair and wrap him in my arms, feel the way he relaxes as we sit here together.

His breath hitches as he laughs and I can't help but stare a little while longer.