They are rarely rough, often bright,π
I have them , all over my bed , alternate night.π
In pairs or more , in my cerebrum , it's a roller coaster ride,π
SORROWFUL -JOY , they treat me like a new bride π°
Having too many , satisfying none!
THEY - for some boon, sin for some.
As I wake up every morning, crinkles in my sheet yells, how ........
lore of consummation between me and my dreams cover, π
Madness with which we make out every passing lunarπ
R