One night. I dreamt of kissing you. On the lips. As we were in the rain. Pitch black pouring. Raspberry lipstick. And I was never the same. I could kiss you for hours just to listen to say a thousand times my name. Yes I'm haunted by the rain. For just someone as beautiful as the rain. Yet you are just a bittersweet illicit whisper of a prayer for a storm like you again. My ideal of a sweet dream. Possibly the sweetest. As my hands were possessive as your curves like glue. To comprehend I could never get enough of you. Even if it broke my heart. A million tiny pieces could never want no one else. Apart isn't a prediction I want. Even if I can't hold you in my arms. No one else would do. Cuz the rain has always did my ideal of you justice. But it still isn't and Will never be as beautiful as you. The ideal of you insatiable to me. To know without you is something I could never do.