Dream...
Reality...
Does this universe exist...
Or is it our reflections...

I am just what you think you see
You are what I learned to perceive
Have we even met?
Or was it a shadow in my head...

Maybe I don't even know you
But then, how do I miss you...

I love mouthing off to you;
                            I can taste you,
                            allow me to tip you,
                            as I lick you,
                            you drip too,
                            and leak through,
                            like thick drool,
                            one drop at a time,
                            I feel you.