Remembering all of those late nights seeing <br />the shadows of your silhouette. <br />My heart begins to pound like a <br />damsel indistress. <br />Blood streaming through my veins like a nice flow of <br />champane called 'Moet'. <br />Losing one's breathe with each beat, <br />indiscret with hope that once again we will <br />meet. <br />Sweat drippin from the romantic evation, <br />Yelling out from seeing the contour of the man's <br />persuasion. <br />Tossing and turning into one's deminsion, <br />Feeling like a school girl going to detention, <br />In remission of one's own submission. <br />Only time will tell the tale <br />When time is on time. <br />Time is not blind to the necked eye, <br />Only time is blind to no time. <br />Awakening from an enchanted scene, <br />Looking for ones king, <br />Seeing the stars bling, <br />Just to sing into a memory.... <br />Of a lover's dream.<br /><br />Tiffany Saxon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-dream-2/
