Gentle Sweep of Sleep

An embrace turns into a kiss. The passion burns me into an unconscious SLEEP. You gently bring me to the ground and lie with me as I sleep. You have ideas of perversity, but you keep them at bay and stay calm next to me. Embracing my energy, you see my ultimate FATIGUE. Everyone has used me to the nth degree abusing me every day with, at least heinous telepathy. You see a space to be YOURSELF, actually, and not those people with me. I start to cough and I awake. You kiss me again, and together we become quiet in a world of deceit and clammering ildignity. I smile and say that you are sweet. You emotionally back away for that is NEVER what you have strived to be, but you are that to me. You must hide it globally and have ultimate PRIVACY with me.