Sometimes; You & I

You are one hot to trot, minx; but why you making this difficult baby? You want me to chase you to the ends of the earth? Steal a spaceship and take you past the darkside of the moon? You were teaching me how to dance, the last time I got to gaze upon those gorgeous eyes of yours. Out under the stars, just us. We went round and round, weaving between the other patrons (your momma's collection of ugly little gnomes), laughing that they couldn't keep up to the pace of that ethereal music. Twas a song only we and the garden gnomes could hear. Those ones with the instruments though, literally the scariest looking things I had ever seen with crooked little hats and bright red vests. Together, we wondered if they were enjoying the show. It was charming to listen to your voice and the words you dared to utter, but not nearly as entrancing as your lips in the moonlight. I hope you can forgive me for being a little too brutish, I simply had to kiss you, I totally did not mean to land us in the rose bushes at the bottom of the garden steps, and I felt terrible that the thorns tore the sleeves of your dress, yet I was thrilled to be the one to shout, "Medic!" and even more e thrilled to hear your laughter, like the chiming of bells. I didn't understand about the embedded thorns, but I could see and feel your pain. I seriously regretted my lack of thought when I saw the carnage to your shoulders. How could I have been such a fool? So many points of contention that you told me we could deal with when we got home and into the light. I think that's one of my favorite words to casdade from your lips, my L. Home. To envision home with you, well honey, it gets my blood pumping. Home with my L. Where I could cuddle you, cook for you and give you some of that other tantalizing C word. Come, my sweetheart, let me take your dancing bubble butt home where I can care for you and take care of those thorns. Wouldn't want to turn into a pumpkin, now would we? Your no Cinderella, your royalty and I want to treat you that way darlin'. Will you be my Queen? Cause I really want to kiss you once again; this time with no rose bushes.