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.........