He is tall, lean, yet sturdily built.
his skin the color of caramel, his eyes a warm brown, his hair a curly black mess.
He is such a flirt, knowing the right thing to say
to make me blush.
when we flirt, late into the night,
he makes me feel like I am one of a kind.
he teases me, he toys with me, he makes me laugh.
everytime i talk to him, my heart flutters,
riding a rollercoaster like no other.
the high it gives is such a rush,
i don’t want it to end, I just can’t get enough.
when we talk just to talk,
he makes me feel like I am special.
He’s somewhat forgetful, a reason why I call him Dory.
Talking to him is the best part of my day,
i wish I could just be with him all the time.
the only thing separating us is 6 states
and a two hour timezone difference.
if I could lay in his arms forever,
i would take that opportunity
and never let him go.