Tossing and turning has become a bittersweet habit these days. Midnights where she All I see. These sultry yet calming whispers belong to me. Touch of heaven that slowly playfully flirtatiously claims and wouldn't let go. Ideal of words from her lipstick only just poetry to me. To know this ache runs wild as the sun when I sleep. Like the sunrise. But she is gravity it's very definition. My eye haunted by such things I am the dreamer constantly getting lost yet just escaping to this recurring sweet dream. Yet heat belongs to steam. Slowly adoring her. Goddess treatment yet I want everything every tick in her brain. Every night coming only in a room somewhere just to attempt at belonging as a queen. And that's masterpiece she is to me. Beauty pretty a painting couldn't have this much mystique. Yet I lay in opacity just to slowly open my eyes and breathe. Yet she is the only oxygen to me. Falling seems bottomless. Madness seems beautiful to me. Yet the sun doesn't know my sheets. The moon envies the ideal of me. Yet puppy love has made a mutt it seems. Yet I'm drowning in the between. To know fantasy dreams and love a crush itself. Slowly she would crawl to me. Yet nothing is sweeter. She is the mystery that unravels adventure. No matter how wild untamed as My hands and my fingertips crave to slowly trace softness like heaven. Numbing emotional echoes was the definition of music to me. To know comprehend lost is wandering obliviously just to touch her. The taste that became this bittersweet high in half emptiness that ached sublime. Yet a poetry club probably has this kind of vibe. The vibe where rolling like thunder. Just to belong her candy rain sweet to me. That kind of vibe. To know even eyes open she comes back just to claim my mind