The Martian Dream

I don't wanna end this life just yet,
although I'm dying to sleep for eternity,
and be cursed to dream,
all fairy tale moments,
where every magical entity
revolves around me;

and by the end of the 7777th dream,
a gorgeous king from planet Mars,
where all the cute boys come from,
kiss me fully,
until each and every single blood vessel
of my lips -  
dilate in ecstasy;

and as vision of darkness,
turns into light,
that engulfed Aurora,
my king will crown me,
with pink diamonds,
as his Goddess of the Stars,
and live the true fairy tale life.

Where is he?,
my elegantly ultra cool king,
dressed in platinum leather armor,
under crimson and furry robe.
He shouldn't keep me,
the Ruler of the Wishing Star,
wait,
until wrinkles veil the whole of me.

How come my Wishing Star...
doesn't have
any batteries.