I'm the poison running thrue your vain.
Warming you, causing you some pain.
When you are dreaming, I'm the picture in your head.
Please don't hate me for that, love me instead.
You still feel the desire.
That to admit, I admire.
The feelings I've got for you are very strong.
Perhaps, I'm just dreaming and very wrong.
Kiss me, touch me, smell me, scratch my back.
Or just do your thing and bite my neck.
This is the trues and my conclusion.
I know that it isn't another illusion.