You’re lucid dreams and wicked nightmares. An acid trip, without the flashbacks.
You’re chocolate dipped in cherries. You’re passion laced with pain. A beautiful nightmare. A wicked hallucination.
You’re the moon and starshine. The wind in the hurricane. You are the honey and strawberries in my mouth. The poison and the antidote. The dagger in my heart.
And I want more.
