This is one of these days...

This is one of these days, when the air is crisp and every inhaling you do is a bite into the fresh autumn chill of the future. When the birds have fallen and the stars have just woken up to light the moon's pathway. Just another one of those nights when your personal bubble becomes a suffocating nightmare, and you wish you could get away in a dream that would be all yours and no one else's. It would be your little secret, at the comfort of your heart. Not that you're unhappy with what you have, but just tonight you'd dream a little dream. In that dream you wouldn't be committed to any activity. It would be you and your fantasy. For exemple, my fantasy involves a man of my age. Maybe he would be just a little older. But his mind and my heart would be like peanut butter and jelly. Made to synchronize in a perfect sandwich that sends the mouth into a bittersweet taste every time our lips connect. As his hands caress every curve in my body, my hair would the forest in which his fingers would get lost into. Not to worry because by the time we pull away, honey substance-like words roll off the tip of his and every accent is emphasize to send a chill up my spine. His tone smoothe like velvet, and soft like lavender. He hypnotizes the moment and causes time to stand still. The dance has unfolded and the dance steps are burning me like Micheal Jackson in the Thriller video. There is nothing left to do but to speak, speak he does. I await his every word, and every words correspond to the mood portrayed so far. He whispers, waits, thinks, and speaks like a diamond sparkling in the light, I can watch him no longer. I close my eyes and see myself in a crystal blue fountain. Where the water serves as a mirror. I lay in a hammock on the water, and as the ripples brush my hair and body. I lifts me up and gently calls my name. He touches me with such sensitivity, like sculptor gently and vaguely loving me. Then I wake up and realize that this is only one of these days.