Sweet Prince
by SunRae ©1999
As night closes in
the blood rushes.
I think of you.
my heart pulses.
Sweet prince of my dreams
come play with me.
Join me in my schemes.
White hot heat
surrounds my being.
if you let go.
your heart will be seeing.
The tidal wave of emotion within,
encompasses the beginning of the dream.
The cresendo of the washing waves,
makes you want to scream.
The ending is as it should be,
leaving you panting, wanting,
needing, the next dream.
