The Doorstep Of Your Dreams

Hey, girl.
Put your hand in mine.
I'll show you this place that I know.
It contains the stuff of your dreams and mine,
those things we spoke of on endless nights,
when we were so far away from each other,
but so close I could smell your body lotion through
the phone.
This place has wondrous delights of taste and sight.
Animals and children that don't bite.
Sounds of wonder, merriment, carnivals, and fairs.
Aromas of bonfires on an autumn evening.
And s'mores and franks melting and sizzling.
Muscle cars rumbling, and teenagers stumbling
and everyone has a designated driver.
This place is so very close.
Around the corner, in fact, and indeed.
Close your eyes, dear girl.
For I insist I will lead,
and bring you to the very doorstep
of all your dreams.