My Prince Charming Poem by angel lockheart

My Prince Charming comes in sw33t dreams,
Stealing kisses, stealing me,
His touch a blaze controlled by no other,
That lights my heart, that lights my fire,
Making me burn with his slow gentle kisses,
The caresses that leave me in so many pieces,
It makes me scared, makes me afraid,
That this one guy has such power in this game,
With just one touch on my too white skin,
He releases the passion hidden within,
My responsive heart jumps right under his hand,
There’s no control, I just don’t understand,
That with only a glance, of his soft lips on mine,
He opens a portal that never unwinds,
It’s hidden down deep, and never gets out,
But his hands on my skin undo with no doubt,
He knows just where to touch, just where to kiss,
This prince that comes in the darkest obis,
Sparking my dreams, sparking my mind,
He has too much control, but I don't really mind,
I wonder if he knows that he has this affect,
But alas, this sw33t love never shall be,
Because right when it gets happy,
I fall out of my sleep,
I wonder if I’ll ever find this imaginary guy,
That haunts my days,
That haunts my nights,
& would come out of nowhere,
And center my time,
If there’d be a passion to strong to control,
Or if this is just something out of another romance novel.