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.