The Perfect Man
I'm starting to think the perfect man only exists to drive me mad
because in all actuality I continue to seek but never do I meet
this perfect guy that I have imagined up into my head.
It's crazy because this perfect man is all I can seem to think about
I visualize his beautiful naked chest waking towards me as we undress
and his soft lips pulling me further into seduction as we kiss
I dream about this perfect man entering my life
But I will never let it got further than just that.
I will not wait around for this perfect man.
I will not lie up late in bed ever again
tossing and turning. Cursing and moaning.
Wishing it were him that were there to hold me.
Thoughts like these are pitiful and dangerous.
All they do is make me sad.
This prince charming I wish I had will never be here.
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