Beckoning to me
The door open
The room clean
All except for you and me
I lost my mind
There on the floor
You gave me some
I needed some more
Pushed my legs back
Sank in deep
I didn't make a peep
For you, I'm meek
The History: I dreamt of loving you. Dreamt of your tongue, dreamt of your eyes meeting mine in the room in which I'm seated as I write this. That dream never came true but I can use it to cope.