Oatmeal and Salad

To my Baby Brown in Moscow who is so far but always in my heart <3

My Moscow boyfriend will move to Ankara

i would travel the whole universe with him

We have only our sweet texts

Every day he says "good morning honey"

Its hotter than any sexting could do

Oh baby it makes me crave all the days with you

The last photo just made the love grow

I see him smiling at me with thin sweet lips

The ones I so desperately long to kiss

Wearing nothing but Emporio Armani

He is a loner who adjusted to feeling lonely

He is always bright and lucky

Black and above the waistline lies a star

Inside is where he keeps my heart

We talk about life

As I lay in the dark under his glow of screen light

He asks me how my day was

He talks to me about his contracts

He tells me to get up eat breakfast

I make oatmeal while he makes his dinner

Chicken with salad

its a beautiful ballad

Written by simple things

Makes my heart fly to him on angel wings

I asked him if he was full

He said he was very full

It makes me feel so hot inside

I want to spoon him now he is relaxing at night

I want to be at his side

Holding and making love

Please God unite us

Give us a blessed and merciful destiny

He made me fall instantly

His baby weak duckling

I swim in the sea of curiosity

To the song He serenades me

with this eternal melody

Writing the most beautiful ballad

As we talk about oatmeal and salad