Impossible love, soul addiction, ghosts of dawn, in wrapped sheets, lurking lie in the dim light of the dream. I miss your lively look, your hidden body, for touching. Body burned by charm and fire, spark of my eyes, death of my heart. Miss the love friend, nightmare and dream. We dream hand in hand, under the bright colors of the evening sky. Dreamed of a first dawn of soft light. It is not yet night, the wild dawn, when the cycle is fulfilled. #camgirl