I keep having sex dreams about you
all my secret daylight thoughts sewn together with starlight
you take my virginity and I'm powerless
paralyzed by desire as you kiss my neck
I'm addicted to the nicotine on your breath
left wishing for lucidity so I can caress and pull you to me
but even in my dreams you're the one in control:
I'm just along for the ride,
gasping for breath in your bed, waking alone in mine...
Though I never see your face, I can tell it's you and
I feel the guilt of the obsessed.
In consciousness I feel remorse over the
name my sleeping self screams in orgasm,
because every time I look you in the eye
I feel like you know:
I keep having sex dreams about you.
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