I want to spend the evening on a blanket,
In a field,
Looking for shooting stars.
Kisses will follow.
The need to touch will be intense.
No access below clothing will be allowed.
Want will become overwhelming,
The ride home will seem long.
Our bodies will sigh in relief,
As they touch completely,
Under a shower of hot water.
And want will become need,
As we head for the bedroom,
And add stars of our own to the constellations .