'what hasn't been felt?' death asked me smoking my last ciggerette.

in dream

last night, or maybe this morning

i tasted someone peculiar,

someone i had never met

and when i awoke my mouth was full of her, now,

the taste is drying and i want it back.

i can see her still(almost)

someone

i've never met

worth waiting eons for

and i'm laughing at the blatant way

my subconcious tells me

to calm my dick and just wait, so i

fill my hours with other things.

still, i can see her, almost perfect,

blue eyed

small

dimple breasted

and it fills my heart

with a pitiful longing.