The end of Summer was near. It marked the end of those moments when we looked at clouds.
We said goodbye to the grass
where we spent that summer endlessly
long on our backs looking at clouds
Watching to discover air castles
If only I could abduct her
To one of those castles in the sky
Where she would lie between sheets of satin
Where days didn't count
Where time was not an option
Where we were alone
But most of all where she would be sure
Where she wouldn't need time,
because she had things to process
Let's face it,
what was there to process
When we weren't on our backs
in the grass looking at clouds?
Then we were lying in the grass
moaning with pleasure
on our way to ecstasy
Then she screamed
"Goddamn, this feels so fucking good!"