Dear Morpheus

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)