Tammy

Of a rose filled room
every eye was upon him as if he hung the moon
his poise his stance.he would be mine if I got the chance
his walk his talk left me eagerly wanting more
as I watched him move across the floor
such sexiness and perfection no hesitation
just pure greatness and satisfaction
he was a charmer I could tell
of the words he spoke so well
of a distant laughter I couldn't help but stare
his eyes mesmerizing with a glare
intoxicating and electrifying scent filled the air
I would follow him anywhere
awoken it must had been a dream
nothing appeared as it seemed
just a rose on my side of the bed
where he once laid his head
I often go back to that day
with just a whisper away
wonder where he'd be today.....©TammyJones
—what time do we have if not for now