His hair is wet and the curls are obvious
The thought of running my fingers through makes me wordless
The shirt he is wearing lets his masculine body more apparent to me
The thought of touching it makes me shiver with excitment
When he smiles my heart sinks and my feet are swept out from underneath me.
His voice is deep and when he speaks I am instantly under his hynotic trance
I have made my decision my word is final
He is the one I want to be with for the rest of my life.
But there is something wrong
He is already spoken for, he's not the one alone
Thank God for fantasies and dreams beacause I am in love
with a man from a distance
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