my night turned up its lights toward your dreams your dreams dream about me using rhymes rhymes are rhyming with some moods' spectacle moods' spectacle makes dreams come true dreams come true when we have sex for breakfast breakfast is you, wanting me exact as I want to fuck you, baby when night turns up its lights

…hauntingly, a pen's romance hums along of a moment, (expected and unexpected) ‧ its ink is your air, like perfume of a smile smoothly abandoned on the skin of your eyes ‧ all senses are anesthetized, just to fall asleep in your mind with the one you love ‧ time shows a dream, aroused to get barricaded in a fated cosmic love... (because) ‧ everything's written in a multiverse of a celestial body with a metabolic uniqueness ‧ this has the sin's savor, and sin has love's savor and love's savor is abstract, (asks to be lived)

lend me your freshness, — i asked for it to spring's season, and it doubled my scent ‧ lend me your joyfulness, — i asked for it to summer's season, and it doubled my adventure ‧ lend me your opulence, — i asked for it to autumn's season, and it doubled my energy ‧ lend me your calmness, — i asked for it to winter's season, and it doubled my dreams ‧ lend me your puissance, — i asked for it to all seasons, and they doubled their gifts to me… …freeing my deep blue skill, adequate to make you feel real, — and yet, never enough, you lure me on and on and on

the deities of the autumn run in my nerves under the stars of your sky, love; watching your smile talking with my smile, they perceive precisely what you need; like a dandelion in my dream's shell, you are; so vivid you breathe the air I breathe;