I watched you.
laying there.
perfectly still.
in a dream somewhere.
wandering deep with me.
some kind of get away.
as my lips were made for yours.
something sweet like sleep.
yet I watched you.
paralyzed by beauty.
torn by the mere image of it.
yet my eyes cannot and will not look away.
this haunting feeling I have.
it's only for you.
in nights where I'm alone.
I think of you.
endless you run through my mind.
there's not a day where you aren't a constant.
yet my last thought is you.
my last breath it belongs to you.
and days where I'm not my best.
there's only you.
yet my dreams only exist of you.
somewhere away from the chaos.
there's only me and you.
so what's beauty? if not sleep?
what's a fruit if not to eat?
yet there are erotic nightmares teased about you and me.
the taste of you I want.
your touch I always need.
yet there's a fever.
it belongs to you and me.
yet I dream just to sleep.
just to see you with me.
just to feel what it's like.
just to explore a alternative reality where there's just you and me.
©darkmocha
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