my dreams of you are technicolor extravaganzas
complete with the taste of you in my mouth
and the smell of you on my skin and clothes
we grab at each other like we always used to
in these dreams you would never turn away walk away run away
like you do now, everytime we touch
my secrets slip off your tongue and back into my skin
i whisper all the things she'd never be able to tell you
and you whisper all the things you'd never really say
i am rudely awoken
and spend the day driven to distraction
the distinctive smell of you so strong in my soul it makes
my stomach turn with excitement
i only laugh when you ask me what i dream
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