A World Made of Words

Dear Morpheus, in your strong arms I lay. Drunk in your perfume and cozy by your skin. You're my lover. My hunter. I'm your lover. Your prey. Fearless, I became. Now we live a delightful sin. Your hands run through my body and, just like  chains,   They attach my spirit to this frail receptacle I call body. Dear Morpheus, you took away my selfish pain  And found the melody inside of me. Turn me into your violin, just once again. I beg you to never leave me. I pray you to never flee. My dearest abductor and protector, thank you. You washed my soul. You revived my heart. I love you! I need you! You embrace me. You shelter me. My world is not the same every time I sleep. Emmalyn Hill (The Dreamer)