A man

She wants a man
A Real Man
Not only one who knows how to use his appendage
How to lick shots but sees no repercussions
Not the one who wants naught to do with
the Fruit of his Loins
A man
One who from the very tips of his toes
Points him in the direction
To Run, with his feet,
Away from Temptation
The temptation to loose oneself in this life
His legs, not sculpted solely to be intertwined
In a twist of pleasure
His hips... rocking,
Following the rhythm in his soul
The cries of ancestors of old
The moans of his woman
As his grips a hold of her man
A real Man
One who's spines strength
Can bare the weight of truth
No matter the worries that might fall back
Back Back
On his Back
Reality scratched....etched on his shoulders
The weight of the world
Yet in his chest, lungs breathing in
beauty as he inhales it from the world
In his heart, pain..sorrow,
But the love, that blooms within him
for the woman before him
Balms him from insanity
His neck, the symbol of elegance
Arrogance, stature..
He does not let the world see
His weaknesses,
His lips firm yet soft to touch
Open as easily to give one a stern warning
As to take a child in his embrace
A man
In whose stare one can get lost in
Whose thoughts are never apparent
His eyes, which intensify
When he see the object
Of his affection
The Apple of his iris
She wants a Man
That man