I imagine resting my head on your shoulder,
sending myself to sleep.
drifting slowly towards my dreams.
Almost as if my heart had reached its dusk.
No to think.. Not to feel. Dream, perhaps,
of being ravenously kissed by you....
while I lie asleep, dreaming of you.
And never wake up.
Eternally remain in my dreams so that my soul
can slowly travel towards you and invade you.
To live out of your perfume,
as it perversely seeps into my nostrils,
and die inebriated by you.....
To cease being for all others but you...
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