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Come in my dreams, like literally, cum in my dreams, after you come see me, they say sleep is the closest thing to death so forgive me when I tell you that I die in that p***y, I hate awakening to missing you from my side of the bed, so excuse me for my head seeming off at times, I like naps in the mid day for you to see me rise at my twelve and hit you in the 6, your body are the hours between one to five and I thrive on those 300 minutes of exploration, see my situation is not like most, most wanna stay awake and experience 16 hours days after natural nine to fives, but I thrive on coma like conditions and await your hospital visits where you stay by my side until I come two, but I don’t plan to come two, but you can plan to come three, four, five, maybe six times, be my ventilator and give me life saving oxygen through your lips and I mean both pair, but still, take me back to an unconscious state cause the fallacy of a dry as reality aint even fair, I’d rather romance yourin a wet dream, and that’s a Love Jones thing, but plan on taking my last name of McClain, let my brain play tricks with thoughts of your hips rotating and gyrating as you look me while you ride out to the sunset, making me your slave pet as I lay back and let you do you, formulate your live saving methods in the darkest corners of a room, with a slight moonlight gloom so this can be the most romantic we’ve ever come to see, allow me to be something that I’m usually not, cause in a dream, us two, we’re the only ones who can hear each other scream, and right when I’m bout to wake up...kill me off again, allow me to never open my eyes as my vision is blinded by your thighs from how they come together whenever I...you know, now, you rest in peace as my peace has come from deep sleep that I plan to savor for eternal bliss, cause if I ever wake up to this, I’ll realize, that you are gone
