Waiting


Waiting
I’m waiting for the man
who can handle me.
The male who isn’t
Intimidated, and for whom
I needn’t dim myself.
I’m waiting for the man
who is more than me.
I’m waiting for the man who
sees in me, what I cannot.
I’m waiting for the man
who will make me more.
I’m waiting for a man who desires,
value’s and realizes my worth.
I’m waiting for the man who
would drive all night to spend
the next day with me.
I’m waiting for the man
who directs me, leaves no questions,
and is not vague.
I’m waiting for the man
who knows exactly what he wants.
I’m waiting for that man to
teach me how to please him.
I’m waiting for the man who
sees my soul before my beauty,
and then appreciates my beauty.
I’m waiting for the man who
desires my thoughts, fears,
hopes and dreams.
The man who wants to
know my darkness as much as
dance with me in my light.
I’m waiting for a man to
devour my body.
I’m waiting for a man who
understands my silence.
I’m waiting for a man with
Opinions, intellect and charisma.
I’m waiting for a warrior
who is willing to defend me,
even when I’m wrong,
but also tell me I’m wrong.
I’m waiting for a man to
touch me with savage tenderness.
I’m waiting for a man who is
waiting for a woman like me.

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