he stole my my heart one day, he was tall, brown surgery skin, light brown eyes nothing could compare to him. he had that masculine thing down, the scent of his colone would awaken my every sent, it would turn me on watching him just walk across the room, every fiber in me wanted to be wrapped in his being, in his eyes i saw the world in a new light, i wanted to share the emotion and passion inside him, to find that gentle touch, that soft caress, those words spoken o so softly. at that moment he was the beauty that made the flowers unfold, his lips were the perfect shade of pink that would leave an unforgettable impression, he had on that blue shirt that would hug his body (tight in the right places) like an armor (only God knows what was under there) trying to stop my mine from raising to oblivion i got up and started to walk away. the wind gets stronger and i catch his sent and my heart to beat faster and then i feel a light touch on my shoulders i turn around and the voice i was dying to hear said hi.

he said hi.