When I Think of a Man
When i think of a man.....i feel hands on my sun-seasoned body.......lips on my
face.....penetration at my waist......not only the physical.......cause i'm mentally
mind-boggled by his beautiful inquisitive intelect......his mount of honor and
respect......his influent dialect.....the difference of temperature my temple
encounters when the place upon a pedestool belongs to me........not exceptive of
diamond jewels ....but power in more than a muscle....but that of the mind....the
way i tingle when he caressed my spine......
when i think of a man...i think not of demand .....i think of equality in
being......worth.....integrity.....as well as morality....in this reality a man of nature
and stability to withold the toils of life is less likely to find.....so i choose not to
look......yet to be found i shall adore the patience instilled in the same nerves that
shatter from a look in his eyes.......the same feelings that bring me to tears of
such more than the pleasures of joy......the very intense feeling that takes but
seconds to make your breath appear mirrored with the wind.......
when i think of a man.........i dig deep within i find that place that only
boys.....guys ....and gentle men will journey to but not find......will come close still
not dear to me as the one i think of, when i think of a man.........
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