i see him standing there                                      
with a soft smile on his face
that compliments his square like jaw line
as he gently waves at me.

standing at the height of 6’2 he looks down at me
as i look up, my dark brown eyes meet,
his greenish blue hazel eyes, before
entwining his masculine hand
with my small slender hand.

with his pale complexion
he reminds me of the first snowfall,
truthful and creative
while my tan summer kissed body was
more easy going with cheerful

standing at the height of 5’00
i look up to a man
who can hide the sun if it's too bright, or
the wind when it's windy

his soft curly orange locks
that i love to run my hands through
his tattooed sleeve that
i like to graze my hand over
the beautiful art work
of heaven and hell

the way our mouths
speaks to each other
as our tongues does tango.

the sound of
his heartbeat pounding in a
steady rate matching with my own,
as if we were one.