Word and pic by @writers_abyss "Be mine" he said while taking my hand in his and gently leaving a peck there. I turned my face away and looked straight out through the window in an attempt to hide my smiling face from him.
The atmosphere in there was suffused with scent of smoke and my curious eyes settled on his tattooed forearm, how skillfully he manged to drive and hold me close at the same time. Together we saw the trees passing by, cars going by, new roads coming along. And the monotony of the journey made us share moments of silence before he spoke, "this is what i want. I want us. I want to travel. I want to put both of those together. I have this feeling of peace combined with a sensation of ticklish touch when I think about this.
How does it makes you feel?" He continued.
"Don't you feel the jitters when you see us living this life even 25 years down the lane? Where I would drive for hours scooping you into my arms, keeping you so close to my chest. We would run our car on the fuel of love, exploring an endless road of life.
We would watch the birds chant melody in every bush and watch the wild daffodils herald the springs. We would find meanings in our conversation at dawn amidst the alabaster fog along the valleys while we stop in search of our morning coffee. There, my love, I will the sip the taste of the coffee lingering on your coral lips through my tongue and that is my idea of a perfect morning." he smiled flaunting the dimple forming on his left cheek.
Where at nights my lips will write a poetry over your skin, and my eyes will narrate a story of how my love runs in your azure veins. Where I'll watch a moan escape your lips while we lie there in a bed of satin-soft grass covered in the nakedness of this twistedly beautiful universe. Wearing a blanket of stars.
Let's travel down road of a night where my beard would tickle the edges of your waist and my eyes will rise only to watch your luminescent laughter. Shall we?" he winked.