Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I love a man with big broad shoulders and strong arms-
I love a man with not-so-broad shoulders and not-so-strong arms but can still knock this broad off her feet - no problem-
I love a man with confidence-
I love a man with insecurities-
I love a man confident enough to show his insecurities-
I love to make a man feel good in the ways only a man can feel good-
I love to make a man feel good in the ways anybody can feel good-
I love making love to a man -
I love f*cking a man -
I love the differences between me and a man:
I love how the differences frustrate me
I love how the differences excite me
I love how the differences feel to me - they fulfill me .
I love when a man makes me feel good-
I love when I have to show a man how to make me feel good - and he doesn't mind-
I love when a man shares their mind with me-
I love when a man shares their soul with me - their spirit with me-
I love when a man shares their body with me - short or tall, big or small
I love a man with bright eyes and full lips-
I love a man with piercing eyes and small lips-
I love a man who loves to take me by the hips and kiss me-
I love a man who knows how to kiss me-
I love a man who pays attention and never misses the important days-
I love a man who is consistently wonderful - Sunday to Saturday -
I love a man who isn't afraid to go after what they want-
I love a man who takes risks-
I love a man who knows when not be risky-
I love a man who uplifts me-
I love a man who teaches me-
I love a man who challenges to the point it drives me crazy-
I love a man who forces me to grow-
I love a man who makes me want to grow-
I love a man who loves to learn-
I love a man who handles his business and is not concerned about how much I earn-
I love a man who respects me-
I love a man who treats me like royalty-
I love a man who only deserves the royal treatment-
I love a man who I can trust with my secrets-
I love a man who can understands when I just can't deal-
I love a man who, with a word or a touch or a kiss - can heal...
I love a man who speaks, touches and kisses me sincerely-
I just love men... so dearly...
© 2007 Patricia B.
So I wrote this poem over a year ago - originally posted in my very first post. I was thinking today about how much I really do enjoy men - and came across a number of cuties as I went out and about my business (especially this one light-skinned hazel-eyed fella I eye-flirted with while trying to get on the crowded 2 train. Beautiful!) Thinking about all that male beauty and watching the youTube clip on Common's blog of him dancing to a remix to Universal Mind Control (he is so yummy!) I just felt inspired to re-read and re-post this one.
Shout out to my future husband. I will be so good to you!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
my footsteps sticky as I walk down the street
because it drips from my pores
pouring from my soul
because the abundance
of goodness of my life
its a marvel that I even feel any strife
for my spirit buzzes like a honeybee's hive
for the glory and the magic that it is to be alive
and to walk in this life with my steps bound and
slowed down by syrupy love
in a hail of candied joy
showering down from Above.
I had the most intense prayer - and this is what resulted. Crazy. But for a reason.