SWEET I dream of times when I travel across hills of berries, crossing rivers of sweet red syrups passing through valleys of raw chocolate, gardens of green apples, fields of licorice and climbing mountains of the richest brown sugar, in search of the sweetness that i know lies in your lips, looking for the taste that has arrested my tongue to its tip, placed my tastebuds in shackles and I just can't escape the prison of your flavor
so I linger on, lost like dorthy in oz venturing beyond the land of cold bitter houses and into this warm place of comfort and serenity smelling your aroma in the air, the anticipation of your touch heavy in the breezes I walk, aimlessly searching for you, your beauty manifested with every sweet second that passes as I wonder how long this separation will last, how long it will take to reach you, touch you, taste you, embrace you
i dream of streams of liquid love, of air condensed with the presence of your essence allowing the echo of your voice to seep into my ear, banging symphonies against my eardrums, moonlight sonatas floating in my mind I dream these lovely things as I sleep peacefully traveling deeply into this newly found Utopia, this land of mouth-watering sparkling Fruitopia chocolate for dirt, mocha for sand red wine floods the seas blueberry-swirled vanilla spun into the sky
I fear nothing but the thought of waking up to the bitter reality of sour truths in my disillusioned youth, bad tastes in my mouth from the foul-flavored facts of life so I dream, I dream of times when I travel across hills of berries, crossing rivers of sweet red syrups passing through valleys of raw chocolate, gardens of green apples, fields of licorice and climbing mountains of the richest brown sugar to find the sweetness that was made only for me