I want a man with intelligence.
One who puts words together brilliantly and beautifully.
I want a man who is passionate.
I don’t care about what;
math or music or a cactus.
I want a man who just love something so much it hurts,
and that includes me.
I want a man who burns candles
because he likes the light better than the bedside lamp.
I want a man whose face is chiseled by time,
but time has been kind to him.
And a jawline and chin speckled
by the 5 o’clock shadow he always has at any time of day.
I want a man who is willing to go on an adventure with me.
Pack a bag.
Drive to somewhere.
Stay for a few days, no questions asked.
I want a man who makes me laugh.
All the time,
every day, side splitting laughter.
He can double me over with a look.
And he knows just the ones that get me.
I want a man who can handle the woman that I am.
A man who knows how to bring me back to earth when i’m crazy,
but who leaps at the chance to leave the planet with me.
I want a man who makes love to me like it’s the last time
With all the passion and heat and heart of the first time.