are you out there?
i can feel you, the real you. the one you keep locked up behind chained metal doors. i thought i saw you once...
in a dream...
your hair flowing in a non-existant wind, you dress as still and beautiful as death. and still i remember our embrace, you skin as pale and cool as fine porcialin. your face more striking than a lunar eclipse.
i wanted nothing more than to caress, kiss, bite, those wonderous lips.
i could feel myself losing myself in those orbs of oblivion set just above your lips.
and as i give in to the desire to conqueryou hips i woke again...
your gone...
though i vow to find you again.
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