The Man

I was asked one day
what kind of man would I like
to which I replied:

I would like a man
that isn't carved from stone
but one that was sent to me
from the highest of above
I want a man who,
when he walks into a room
steals no one's breath but mine
A man that at the very touch of his fingers
fills the rushing blood of my veins with air
which make my feels so light
I'm floating
A man that when he looks into my eyes
I am lost in a sea of clouds
That when he kisses me
The desire from my loins
is pulled through my lips
and the pleasure tastes as sweet as honey
And when he says 'I love you'
the words hold more meaning
than any man's wisdom
A man I wasn't looking for
but found anyway
For it is in this man
who not only holds my heart
but ours together