When rain begins to fall from the sky
I feel thy hands slowly enlaced with mine,
When wind boastfully touches thy face
I feel the warmth of affection coalesce,
When I gaze fervently at thine eyes
I see a glint of emotion arise,
When I kiss thy florid lips that taste like wine
I suddenly feel thy impeccable conk sculpted nice,
As I lift my hands towards thy nape
I couldn't decipher which facade were thine and which were mine,
When I thought this moment shall abide
I then realized it's just a lucid dream.
