he salivated when he smelt the aroma of love. although the heavens were getting ready for sleep, the earth's creatures retiring, but he trailed love's aroma. was it sensation? no, he was sure of the direction. suddenly he stopped and giraffed, it was a beautiful image, a beautiful image he had described it, an image cognitively and affectively packaged by its owner.it was from it that such aroma emernates,so strong that it seized his nostrils.the image was feminine and in her hands were neck's rope.
do you want some? she asked.
i want the image, he replied.
but am joined, comes the response and swiftly vanished.
don't go, he pleaded
don't go, he cried
but the heavens roars and scattered tears wakes him
oh, it's only a dream, just a dream