San Ramon dreaming...

I love to imagine the reaction of feeling your touch/being in your presence in more than in just thought, spirit and such/laying down in a bed all cuddled up/how easily it is to think about this so much/as sometimes words are just never enough/like the warmth of your embrace/your sweet and savory taste/looking you in your eyes laying face to face/living life at our own pace/as we turn our storybook’s page/the conversations in which we engage/the lifting of this foggy haze/the outline of your body as with my fingertip I trace/the thought in itself is enough of an escape/the desire to hop right on a plane and come to that place/that bears your being as if it inevitably awaits/all while our moments never for granted we take/special in their own light/the beauty I behold in your sight/the feeling no longer having to fight/getting distracted by it as I board this flight, magic carpet ride/no Aladdin no Jasmine/no genie with 3 wishes to be askin’/just a feeling a passion/with nothing but the physical aspects to imagine/with every breath til my lungs are collapsin’/the welcomed distraction/from a world void of true satisfaction/just chilling, relaxing, in the Cali sunlight baskin’ your hand right there for the graspin’/snackin in a diner old fashion/playing tic tac toe on a napkin/how inside and out I am digging the attraction/your code and the aspiration of crackin’/fleeting though the moment soon will be passin/for as long as I can though out I’ll keep it draggin...