Probably a bad idea

Is it bad
That I just want to walk
Walk in the dark, your hand in mine
Just watching the moon
Orange and heavy in the sky
To walk and talk about nothing
Talking about everything
Babbling on and on together
I want to learn so much about you
Where do you want to go in life
What are your dreams?
Describe your future home to me
The places you want to go
The places you want to see
Do you want to see them with me?
Take me there, shoot up my veins
With your beautiful hope filled words
We can look at the sky on a park bench
Your arm around my waist, resting there
Both of us looking up and watching
We would sigh and look into each other's eyes
Oh, how I'm so afraid that this is bad
That I shouldn't want to do this
That this isn't bad to want to see
Those eyes of yours closing
As you lean in and kiss me
Taking me away on your hope
And warm welcoming lips
Perfect, always so perfect against mine