Some boys will kiss you
   Some boys will *******
      Some boys will love you

But only one boy will die for you.

Death,

     Should be an awfully
                              big adventure.

The caress of your
   hand
like a      soft  
           spring shower

The taste of your
   lips
like a      warm
               June flower

        You look at me like you mean to
    kiss
           But tease me with
                    intoxicating       bliss
I reach,
      you touch,
            I feel,
                you brush
My
  palpitating
     skin against yours

                    The melodic movements as you open
          wondrous doors

    Fiery passion
       and
adventurous feats

Entice me with thoughts of
our
     nights
under
      the
sheets.

and the world was suddenly cold without you
left breathless and heart racing
thoughts, pictures, imagination run wild.
come back...

please?

We work and sleep and eat and breathe

Monotonous work, dull sleep, tasteless foods, stale air.

No originality. No new ideas.

Imagine that world.
Where everything was forever recycled.

instead of monotonous work, work for what you love

instead of dull sleep, dream of adventures.

instead of tasteless food, create new inventions

And instead of stale air, take a deep breath of originality and... Write.

Sleep
   Is gripping at the fringes of her mind.
         Calling her
    Into the black velvet blanket of
                         Unconsciousness...

Beckoning her
                         in an almost sensual way
     She
       Resists,
            Pushes,
                Sighs.
     And gives in. Gives in to the melting sensation, the state of rest.

As time stands still...
                                       movement stops.
As little pictures play inside her head,
          Telling her...
Sleep
          is
               on
                     its
                                    way