letters to my future boyfriend

I imagine us lying in grass and gazing up to the skies. It would be a lazy summer afternoon with sunlight filtering through the trees.
We would be young, reckless and in love. Our eyes closed as sun would be shining and we forgot our sunglasses. I wouldn't mind though because when I'd look at you, having to shadow with my hand, your face would look stunning as at times it would be bathed in sunlight. My vision would be blurred at sides and you'd look like a dream.

words

Words are the way to
enthrall me, enchant me, entice me.
If someone ever tells me
I'm a thunder with magic
spilling from my lips,
I'll be theirs
(till the echo stops)
I'll pay for this weakness in the end
for words are nothing
when the hands lie idle
but at least I'll go with your lips
on my ear, whispering
stories of Pandora,
the old gods in the skies
the lover's kiss up for rent.