So, the other day,
I was at the ice cream store,
Picking out some flavor.
Wondering if I wanted a cup or a cone
When I see this guy
Man, the stuff of dreams he was
Tall and built just right for me
With a mop of unkempt hair
And the nicest light brown eyes.
He takes a step closer to me
He stares deep into my eyes
And wears an expression I cannot fathom
Somewhere between amused and shy
I couldnt place it on my emotion scale
I figured was a serendipitous smile hidden behind a straight face
I presume he’s smitten
It’s was my good hair day, after all. (they DO occur)
He leans in, so close, I’m sure he can heart the ruckus my
heart is making.
His lips hover near my face, and move sideways to my ear..
Im waiting for him to tell me that hes seen me before,in his dreams,
And wants to see me again..
When he says, “honey,
Your fly is open . :O
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