You came to me in a dream,
A whisper of a memory long forgotten.
Your eyes glimmering in mischief,
Hands outstretched in invitation.
The quirk of your lips hides many secrets,
And promises no revelation—just wild adventures.
And I, your helpless victim,
Always willing to bend to your whims
Takes your hand with faith in nothing else but you.
Drown or float, it was all in your hands.
And when your lips pressed against mine,
I knew there would only be drowning
But it didn’t matter because it was you.