He conquers my mind.
As if he controls my every thought.
His lips so soft yet so ice cold.
As I feel them on my own.

I can still feel his rough knuckles.
And slender fingers intertwined in mine.
Fitting perfect into the right place.

His vivid chocolate eyes staring at me as I lye next to him.
In the soft wet grass.

The stars are shining in the pitch black sky.
As we gaze above into its beauty and delightful scenes.

The crickets churp.
The city lights are now descending and fading.

He caresses me as I fall into his arms.
Willing to cease the moment I drift into a deep slumber.

I feel as though he's observing me.
Watching me take in every breath.
Under that onyx sky.

Yet his presence is absent.
And this is nothing but my own little fantasy.
Lost in my own little world.
As they told me.