The night was still long
It was still long for my thirsty psyche to dream a lot of delusions
To dream a lot of things about you
And only you

Your smell
That lingers on my addicted nose whenever you are near
Your stare
that could be the cause of my early death
Your touch
that electrifies not just my body but my soul
Your lips
That tempts mine to meet those
Your heavenly smile
That I could not get rid of even for a while
Your ear-pleasing laugh
Your husky voice
Your nose that I wanted the most
Your flaws
Your imperfections
They are beautiful
They are all just right
You are just so right for me
If only you could let me love those, I will.
Ceaselessly of course.