I'm so obsessed that I've dreamt of you
For a good while evrey night I seen your
Haunting face, like a succubus sucking
Me dry
My fantasies played out before my eyes
It looked and felt so real when I awaken I felt drained but God, I love it
I love it, I love it, I love it
Evreytime I can feel the sensations of your
Feverish skin against mine
Almost has if it were real, mon amour
I miss you but I guess my dreams will suffice for the real you
-
Mr.blue
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Rose thorns || A Collection Of my Poetry
Poetrya whole bunch of my poems since like 2019 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering
