Abstracting.

I dream of summer in your eyes.
Warm breeze touching the skin.
And the sound of birds laughter in the distance.

I dream of starlite nights.
The music of your heart in my ear.
My head resting on your chest.

I dream of streams, rivers, and lakes.
Of afternoons by the water.
And wet kisses after such things.

I dream of roses.
Flowers.
Grassy fields.
And of long embraces.

I dream, I dream, I dream.
Of too much.
Of beatiful things.
And of you mostly.

His kiss is delicate. 
It lingers after he pulls away.
It's soft.
Warm.
It's like summer turning into autumn.
It give me goosebumps.
It makes my eyes dreamy.
And the back of my throat ache.
My body tingles. The only way rain can make me tingle.
Sometimes, the kisses are aggressive.
The kind of kisses that make you want to jump in joy.
The pushing of the lips.
The tighter grip of my hand.
Makes my hair crawl with such unkown desire.
They can be quick, long, or inbetween.
His kisses are like a fingerprint. 
I've never seen one like it before.
 

My poetry is love letters to him. 

I paint my words with moonlight. 
I will massage your neck with sweet kisses. 
Linger here forever with me. 
Hold my hand tight.
I want to stand with you.
I'll stay by your side.
Dance with me, in this ballet of emotion.
Hug me close.
Your heartbeat is music to my life.
Your body, a map.

I never thought myself as a romantic. I laughed at those who daydreamed about princes, princesses, chocolates, champagne and roses. But now I'm realizing thats not totally it. 

It's how the feeling of loving and being loved is the only thing that seems to matter. Its precious. 

I now daydream. But not of the cheesy things of films and books. But of the future. Of skin touching skin. Of us looking into eachothers eyes. Of knowing. Knowing that there is no better feeling in the world, then what I am experiencing now.