I need a man
I Need Me A Man
One from the multiple Solitude
A man capable of Gracing and appreciating true Beauty
One that defies conventional standards from the society
I need Me a Man
Who kisses my freckles
And disregards my Wrinkles
Who appreciates my tone
And finds my stretch marks Sexy
Oh He does Exist
A man with Mental Independence
One who can accept My imperfections
And make me feel whole Again
One who’s see me as his Sun
And the His Moon in the Dark Times.
One with whom I can watch the stars
And Build imaginations about the galaxies
A Man who Will Love My Flaws
Love My Imperfections and Love all the indexes of my Insecurities
A Man who can Love My Naked Soul
And Not just the size of My Breast
Or how fleshy my Supple Bum Is
Or By the colour of my skin
I Need A Man that can Accept My Goofiness and find it Funny
A Man that can Water My weaknesses and Make me strong,
A Man with whom I can lay out all my imperfections on the table and not expect a tantrum in Return.
I need a Man who will still love me
After Learning I cannot lace my shoes myself
One that kisses my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair
One that can bring out the best version of Me.
Does My Man Exist?
Will You Be My Man?