Saturday, April 9, 2011


Your mysterious allure, it captivates my curiosity.
I shutter at thoughts and dreams.
Licking my lips, my imagination runs wild.
All of the "what ifs" seem to play like movies in my head.
Like those endless roles of film that get better as they go on.
I question the very fabric of your being.
It would be hard for you to live up to my incredible expectations.
Living in just my dreams, makes me want to sleep forever.
I catalog each and every facial expression and motion.
The caress of your hand breaks every negative emotion that's bottle up in this catacomb of a chest.
If there was a prince charming you would be him in the flesh.l