He's always high,
Smells like a garbage man,
Hates the sun as much as a vampire,
Always wears shades,
Always speaks nonsensical philosophies,
But I can't get enough of him.

Those deep green eyes
Are like a forest's maze.

Hair blacker than a raven's.

The Hawaiian shirt he wears makes me laugh.
So funny unintentionally.

The cologne he puts on once in a Solar Eclips sends shivers down my body.

I want to touch your skin more than just a handshake.
I want cuddles, snuggles and hugs.
I want to kiss your lips to see if they're as soft as they seem.

But I'm terrified of what you think.
A secret locked in a treasure chest, buried underground,
With the key thrown away, lost forever.

Don't freak out, accept my invitation.
That day will come,
But for now, I should enjoy my time with you.