I sit back
And press my body in the now warm sit,
Close my eyes
And dream.
Dream of running through clouds,
of our hands tangled together,
me telling you about all the stuff you missed,
you listening and every now and then staring at me.
If you're in the mood we cold tip toe to the moon,
with your hands in my,
as the starts align,
as our hearts rush,
for we are here.
Here dreaming of running through the clouds,
with my hands running up and down you warm body,
sitting...