Man Of My Dreams Poem by tee gon

Standing there
Posture straight, no where near leaning to fall
Groomed guaranteed not a slob
I dont speak but I stare from a far
I know Im cute but he is hansomely fione
I need to pick up my confidence to this present time
Before I pick the ripe lemon to add to my green lime
I know this mix would taste so divine
Everything I could want in a man
And our kids
Well lets talk in due time
Hold my head high
I smell your essence fresh and prime
As I get closer we connect eyes
I make you feel my presence
As you get trapped in my deep lines
I wave as you turn to greet me
I approach you closer, you fade
I wake up to find
I was sleeping away