i love them escalator rides

so we're on an escalator...we'll be hugging; never mind that we're going up, never mind that we're going down.

i'll be one step lower. you're shorter, know? that way, our eyes will lock into each other, lips only centimetres apart...a gust of wind, or maybe an "accident", and i'll fall into 'em.

sometimes, you lean on me, with all your weight, and i'll have to support you, and it might be heavy, but i like the warmth.

and then, you put your arms around my neck, and even when the escalator ride ends, you don't let go. we're on the same plane now, i'm a full head taller. you'll be hanging off my neck, and i'll be struggling to breathe "geroff me", but i don't want you too, but we're in public, and i blush easy.

and then we'll walk off to the next escalator, be it up or down, but hand in hand nonetheless, knowing that i'll/you'll be in my/your arms.