He Is
I met someone... he's not perfect,
I have met no-one that is,
He cherishes my emotions and my thoughts,
his touch gives me chills.
He protects me daily,
ensuring that I'm good.
His intelligence captivates me
for a nigga from the hood.
His kisses are tender,
His voice is so real,
His touch is captivating,
He oozes appeal.
He is down with the hood,
He shines above the elite,
He is a thug, a gentleman,
He knocks me off my feet.
Our lives are intertwined,
Something absolutely surreal,
He is always on my mind.
Come on guys, I hope you understand how I feel.
He loves my mother, my daughter, my sisters,
He knew them all this time,
He was always there, but we never crossed path,
My awesome days begin to unwind.
We want each other so badly,
Our alone time is never grey,
This nigga has me,
Thinking of him night and day.
The beauty is we understand each other,
Which makes this love so pure,
We respect each other's space,
Therefore there are no hardships to endure.
His swagga is appealing, you gotta take a look,
For when he passes by, his presence stands out,
And his words got you hooked...
His culture is so similar to mine,
He likes being around the grill,
I love my kitchen time.
I feel like I've known him for years,
He is a family friend,
But he never crossed my path,
Until years after when.
I think I found a best friend,
A business partner I can trust,
Someone genuine to my family and I,
With charisma as an added plus.
****sigh****
I am happy with my life.
No more fusses,
No more fights.
****smiles****
Thank you dude, for being a wonderful addition to being a part of my daily life.
Copyright © Rosaura Jashiri | Year Posted 2011
|