My Kind of Guy

Thoughts fly in my mind like butterflies floating from the pit of my stomach instinctively fluttering towards my heart every time I think of you. And when I see you my heart skips a beat and by the third a burst of a million feelings happen at one time. Making my mind run wild but my feet stand firmly still, waiting. Waiting for you to reciprocate the feelings I’m feeling because I hope and wish and pray that you feel it too. Do you understand where I’m coming from? Do your hands suddenly feel idol when you see me because they aren’t touching me, holding me, feeling me? If you feel what I feel then please don’t hold back because this feeling I have and that I get just by intensely staring into your eyes is something I wish would never end. Love. Lust. Hope. Trust. And fear is what I feel when I fiercely look into your soul through your beautiful brown eyes. And I feel your heart from miles away because it matches mine. And your hands holding mine so perfectly and warm and securely. Your hugs are like a vacation from all my worries because I know that when I’m in your arms I’m okay. Me, my mind effortlessly lifted into the clouds by you. You are my kind of guy.