Sleep but I want you instead. Just this slow aching fever. I guess I'm a raven in the rain. Wringing wet. Her depths are like candy. Curves. The ride so delirious I forgot how much falling for you make me forget. Nightmares I don't want. Memories I ache so much. Just to forget. I want you as the constant. Yes it's the morning time. But dreaming and thinking of you made me. But I always had a thing for the suzie marie and Bonnie Harper and Sydney Prescott types. Oh how could I forget? How the basic instinct totally lovesick vibe always made me forget?! The way a sophicated goth yet emo girl though she playful yet affectionate made me suddenly obsessed with Velma instead of Daphne instead. To know my dreams consist of a girl like this. That hits different. Moves differently. Feels different Totally is different like this. To want and need her like love is a spell. And I'm just spellbinded. Not healed not festering just well rounded. But thickness is that kryptonite. Hands I wish would slowly ambush. Love is a flame so I guess I wanna be scourge proudly. I hope every word every syllable makes her like rain. So till my emotions drown. Caught up in her web. Is this beauty of a black widow? Naw just this sultry intoxicated profound image of my type somehow. The way she would be my black rose the way I wouldn't just want her just to Bloom. She's more than that. More than a canvas that these artists hands slowly achingly can't do without. To know love is More than a want. It just becomes a bittersweet necessity I can't do without. Curiosity suits Wednesday Addams somehow. The ideal of her feenin for her lil wolf. This is love. Somehow.