Daydreaming.

It’s odd sleeping alone here.
My bed may be occupied by only me every night,
But the room is never this dead.

Oh, I wish…
Oh, I wish for too much, he said.
Wishes are what keep me alive.
Oh, I dream too much, he said.
Dreams are what keep me sane.

My skin creeps, crawls, against yours,
The warmth making me shiver into you. 
Every kiss leaves me weaker than the last,
Every faint taste of your tongue
Brings me to my knees.

I want the gentle caress of romance,
Mixed with the tarnished touch of pain.
I want to beg you for more,
As I’m begging you to stop.

I dream too much,
But I am never asleep.
I wish too much,
But I am never so weak.