my man

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    my man

    I dream of him while Im awake
    Dunno his name I just know he'll take
    The time to appreciate every step I make
    Whether I'm making those steps in my sexy ass stilettos
    Or in my old ass flip flops....you know the ones with the holes?
    This man I dream of could care less what I'm wearing
    Our shit is deeper than that
    It's with him that I'm sharing
    My inner most thoughts, fears and dreams
    My man is fine, educated, sexy.....oh
    AND he cooks and he cleans!
    umph! I see you looking, go on and admire
    I have no fears, I'm his only desire
    I'm glad you asked
    You said how do I know?
    By the way he stares in my eyes
    And magically caresses my soul
    Maybe even by the way he kisses me from my head to toes
    My man takes his sweet time
    Making sho' I know
    And he's a grown ass man...
    So you know he goes slow!
    I dream of him while I'm awake
    My man is always real and never fake
    Fake? Yes fake!
    Don't act like you don't know
    Everybody knows that fake dude who's all about the show
    The one who talks real loud but ain't talking bout nothing
    Uh huh he acts real hard but ain't doin' nothing but bumpin!
    Not only bumpin his gums
    But every woman he can....
    He will argue you down that he's a good man
    Too damn old to be with that game
    Ain't got a lick of swagga
    Just plain and lame
    Well bless his heart cuz karma is real
    See he ain't thinking about that
    It's all about how he feels
    That is until he finally meets his match
    He's so freaking shallow he thinks she's a great catch
    Homegirl don't know she's doing ME a favor
    Taking him off my hands as I sit and savor
    Sweet thoughts of real love
    I just feel it coming my way
    When he finally gets here
    I wonder what I"ll say
    Maybe nothing at first
    I'll probably just close my eyes and lay
    In his loving arms and appreciate that day
    The day the man of my dreams
    Became my reality
    His mere exsistence inspires and motivates me
    Anticipation grows as each day goes by
    I ain't smoking on shit but I feel so high
    I'm awake and I'm dreaming
    I hope it never ends
    Until I lay my eyes on my lover and best friend
    I need and want him
    Call me a fiend
    But I'm never giving up on the man of my dreams

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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