A Night To Be Lost In

(Originally wrote it as a song, but I like it like this as well.) A shooting star make a wish, give me a kiss on the hood of the car I taste your lips, it's the sweetest thing. We're all alone while the crickets sing. With staring eyes, see glowing fire-flies. And shooting stars light up the skies. A perfect night with a gentle breeze whistling through the trees. It feels so right as tensions ease. So relaxed just lay back and taste the fruit our peaches snack. While feelings rise and shooting stars light up our skies. That fresh air scent so good to your nose catches on our clothes. A night well spent, together with you. It's just us two, The moon shining bright, it's our only light. While on this night, in the grass we lye as shooting stars light up the sky. Crashing waves, soothing beachfront sounds wash out our sandcastle mounds. Could stay for days, on this sandy beach. See the stars we reach over the ocean sees. And on the tides it never dies. Is what we realize as shooting stars light up our skies. Our quiet hill, with no more racket. Just a picnic basket. The wind is still under a tree. Just you and me eat off your belly. So, so happy. We wait till night right before sunrise. To watch the shooting stars light up the skies. A shooting star. Makes a light so bright, it lights up the night. Now here we are. Lost in love the kind you only dream of. On the hood of the car. To forever feel like this, is what I make my wish. When you wish upon, a shooting star. The time's eleven eleven. A meteor shower on the top of the hour. Your smile is heaven and you aim it at me. It's all I see a good memory while you hold the key, to me inside. Fills me with butterflies while shooting stars light up our skies. Just us two no one else around your voice the sweetest sound. I say to you, that I love you. You say you love me too, while you take my hand. Our toes buried in the sand. Get lost in your eyes, completely mesmerized as shooting stars light up the skies. Shooting stars, hoods of cars, late night wishes, lighthouse kisses. The moments ours, just go with it. Sunday picnics, one way tickets. And I got my wish it all started with just one kiss. How I love the taste of your lips.