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As black as the night, slowly creeping through the wind; With a never-ending desire, for the taste of your skin. Gently crawling on the bed, pressing softly on the sheets. Wakes you from your sweetest dream just to hear him speak... "This is not a dream." he says "No, this is not a dream." Everything you see now is exactly as it seems... ...its exactly as it seems. Grabs on to your head, running fingers through your hair; Can you feel his cold breathe on you while your gasping for air? Oh does he make you shiver as he whispers in your ear? "What is it that beats your heart, Your fantasy or fear?" This is not a dream, my d

As black as the night, slowly creeping through the wind; With a never-ending desire, for the taste of your skin. Gently crawling on the bed, pressing softly on the sheets. Wakes you from your sweetest dream just to hear him speak... "This is not a dream." he says "No, this is not a dream." Everything you see now is exactly as it seems... ...its exactly as it seems. Grabs on to your head, running fingers through your hair; Can you feel his cold breathe on you while your gasping for air? Oh does he make you shiver as he whispers in your ear? "What is it that beats your heart, Your fantasy or fear?" This is not a dream, my d