She's just my personal heaven. Stuck like glue to my brain. My every night at midnight tattoo that become a habit of sweet dream. Wet drowning pages just to indulge in passion and ink. To know every thought of her means everything. Feenin for her like a favorite pillow. Yes love always becomes a sweet good thing. Falling for her slow like deja vu. Her angelic familiarity is essence of Dina Meyer. Just to know the depths I'm growing just to love. To adore. To worship. Just to fall. Like butterflies and fireflies ain't just enough. Temptation is she. The drug that crawls to. Just to comprehend yet cling to her sultry design. Her flaw filled but perfect bittersweet form. To know cinnamon vanilla mocha and sugar. Thickness like butter. Molasses slow adored endlessly recklessly. Cuz there's nothing sweeter than love. Yet I became the villain just to be the hero. Vulnerable enough to bear scars that only she can touch. Kisses like a fever Wave. I lay there eyes open. Only seeing her. And praying for milliseconds for it to never stop. This oasis of mine. The taste of a forever strawberry. Heaven Again and again. Yet I always wake up. Praying for minutes moments where my flaws are made beautiful. Like I will never measure up. Words on a Page. Every line. Every sentence. Steals her Idea of a breath. A flicker of fever she cries. The words don't exist. Cuz I'm her oxygen her gravity. Even if there's no one else I just Am. The sweetest ghost dwelling in her newborn dreams yet fantasies. Usher's intro of watch this. Like it's me she can easily forget. To know every line got her hooked. But I ain't captain Hook. I'm not even peter pan. Just a million moments of bliss. She's just my personal heaven. A good sweet thing my eyes couldn't miss.