I’m in love with a man whose face I have not yet discovered.
I see his tone and the shape of his muscles but his face is still covered.
Not that I care because I didn’t fall in love with his face.
See, we hit it off good from the start and made it to third base.
Me, sitting here in my room confused by daydreams.
Moving thoughts running through my mind and I don’t know what they mean.
Pulling and tugging at my every emotion.
Running all throughout my body like scented lotion.
The feelings that I am having are uncontrollably growing strong.
Every single time that I talk to him over the phone.
The conversations we have, go deeper than the ordinary mind could take you.
His thoughts about life puts me in a corner and I don’t know what to do.
I really enjoy the time we spend.
And sometimes I wish that they would never end.
But me and him are from two different sides of the track.
And I can tell that some of things he’s looking for in a woman, I lack.
But that’s okay, cause if it were meant to be, then it will come to past.
But as of right now, I am taking it slow cause I really want this to last.
