I WANT THE SMELL OF BLOOMING GOLD ROSES THAT WOULD REMIND ME OF THE LAVENDER SCENT OF YOUR SKIN, LIKE THE FEEL OF COOL SUMMER AIR ON YOUR NOSTRILS.
I WANT THE VOICE THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE WHISPERINGS OF PALM FRONDS BY THE BEACH, LULLING ME INTO AN ABUNDANCE OF SLEEP INDUCED MELANCHOLY.
I WANT THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS, RED, WITH AN UNFORGIVING SWEETNESS LIKE A THOUSAND BURSTING BERRIES ON VIRGIN TASTE BUDS.
I WANT YOU, THOUGH YOU ARE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I DAYDREAM A LOT?
