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.