And Sitting here, from my place on the floor
I can only stare when he opens the door.
Taking in everything from his hair to his clothes
What has entered my humble abode?
Jet black locks pulled back tight
Ice blue eyes shine with delight
Light pink lips raise in a smile
My heartbeat stops for a while
A few stray strands caress his neck
What will my eyes feast on next
Pale skin hides under a V-Neck shirt
I want to touch him so bad it hurts
Extending down to the floor
Jean clad hips move from the door
Then he comes and embraces me
Honest to God I could not breathe
What else is in store, we'll have to wait and see...