I hear the clock tick and the fan tock
Everything is standing still
except for my breath
As I hear your low growl echo in my chest and vibrate into my throat
I dare not move
Your hand cups my razor sharp shoulder
I dare not move
I fear I'll slice into your paper thin hand

The scent of vanilla and warm rose fill my lungs with adrenalin and insomnia

Once again, I hear the clock tick and the fan tock
Everything is standing still except for time
Your hand grips my shoulder blade tighter
I soften
Don't you know how delicate your skin is?
Your pulsing cheek warms my chest and
I soften
Nothing is standing still and I finally fall into sleep

My dreams come alive