12 July 2012
She comes to me in my sleep
She storms in she doesn't creep
She gives my mind a revolution
She shows me my evolution
I never ever try to fight it
My beacons dark but she can light it
A mind of volcanoes quiet and still
But she makes eruptions happen at will
My eyes are closed but I feel them open wide
As she pushes her excitement deep inside
I don't ever want to wake up From this
Unless she's waiting there with an everlasting kiss.
Dream Girl • Opuss № I