San Antonio Dreams

wind in her coffee colored hair, tinted aviators. my baby’s wearing red high tops and spaghetti straps.

open windows and colorful flaxseed curtains, with a hint of cultural flair. deep brown hardwood floors and fluffy rugs that keep your feet bare.

hot hot hot, my baby’s looking hot hot hot in her sundress and her sandals. i put my cool cool cool hands onto her sun kissed cheeks and dream of san antonio ¬†summers by her side.

her cello in the evenings, the sunset peeking through the living room. lying on a worn in couch, listening to her soul float on the heat wave to my heart.

sneaking to the sea for a weekend away from the city, my baby wears her high waisted bathing suit bottom that hugs all of her curves right. she stands by the water and her hair flows around her shoulders, asking me to kiss her there and there and there.

i’m dreaming of san antonio. i’m dreaming of san antonio with her.

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