last night i dreamt that i was a portrait artist
and you wanted me to draw you.
so we sat in your room,
you spread yourself wide
and put on that face that i ever so love.
i started with your finger tips
because every time you touch me,
i know they care for me.
i moved onto your legs,
so graceful... so soft.
i went onto your back
and i danced on your spinal cord
and watched the way it arched.
and when i got to your lips...
i just couldn't get enough.

this dream, i guess it meant something.
someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be
anywhere near me.

i am so dark, i cant ruin you as well.
you are my friend but sometimes
my dreams say you're not.

i dont think im ready. and i dont believe that i ever will be.

Yes, I am coming,
Just as you knew I would, I
cannot resist you.