My mind drifts off again…
It paints pleasure and comfort
The imagination feels so real, too real
I can feel your touch
You hands holding mine
I open my eyes and sigh
Reality seems so cruel
And the mind tortures me lovingly
No real words can define it
No science can explain it
I can feel your lips pressing mine
Your arms around my neck
Wishing it wasn’t all in my head
Each night and day, needing you more…
It all feels so real…
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