|You think you know...but you have no clue.|
(My Birthday was earlier this month) Capricorn
Cincinnati, OH, United States
Seeking SugarMomma 18 - 99
|About Me and what I'm Looking For:
What I'm lookin for:
her smile and laughs spearhead the evolution of my unforgiving and insecure ways
and in days she starts a revolution within my heart makin sure her i and i never part
and this thing we have is far from just a phase.
she never has to dress up for me cause when she dresses down it is her beauty that radiates
any grey skied afternoon with her sweat pants and flip floppy shoes she woos me in
a state of complete and utter surrender and when she doesnt know how to work the blender
or radio im right there to laugh and say ther you go, dont worry i got you, when really it's
her who has me cuase it is her who cast away all my misery and pain and as we dance and sing
together in the rain and enjoy the company of one another i am so happy that i can find love
in her and not any other cause who in their right mind would stay at home, all alone, waiting
patiently by the phone....for me...well im at work on a friday night trying to make ends
meet just cause our money is tight and who else is gonna call me the sexiest man alive
and after her nice little nine to five doesnt mind taken a 20 minute drive to come see me
out or play ball with my boys....yeah we're grown adults but we both still play with toys...
playing video games, gettin mad when we lose. who else is gonna wanna watch whatever movie
i choose. go out in public act like complete fools. turn her place into a shrine to me
just cause i did it too.put me on her answering machine to scare away the stalkers...
at night we sit and share our days cause we're both non-stop talkers. right on her
lower back is a tattoo of my name.....look right there on my right bicep....it's her i know
it's lame. but thats just us, thats how we are. i cant help but open her door to the car.
she cant help but me my number one fan. i cant help but brag that im her man. she's my
miss universe and im her hercules. im quick to hold her nose if i think she's about to
sneeze and please....the sex life....she's hera for sure....if loneliness was a death ridden
disease she'd for sure be the cure cause the girl next door is as perfect as can be.
she's fine, smart, sexy....not to mention funny. not all about my money, but id go broke
for her any day. when we go out to a movie sometimes, she even try to pay.
she makes the funniest face when she don't get her way....it's like she's not even real.
she's like my mother, my sister, my best friend, my lover rolled up into one and she feel
what i feel. know what i know and think like i think. before i finish saying im thirsty
she's already got me a drink. before i finish saying i love you, a smile is on her face...
before i finish saying i need you she tells me there is no second place. nor third nor
fourth....i am the only. the girl next door is the only girl that knows me. she wont leave
my side and im attached to her hip. when i jump, we jump. when she skis, we skip. it's
like we're one person, i dont know what i'd do without her. she's my crutch and my savior...
my key and my power. and each and every hour i pray to god that I found her. she knows what
i love to eat and knows what i thinks sour. she's my superwoman, my very own lois lane.
now if only the house wasn't empty next door, then i'd have no more pain.
Who I am:
I wrote a poem the other day about broken promises that were discovered in broken dreams.....
I wrote a poem about the silence of screams and the deaths of teens due to violence in the world.
I wrote a poem the other day about my wonderful and angelic baby girl and how she will cast a new light.
I wrote a poem the other for those who use their ears cause they lack sight and those who use their hands cause they lack voice.
I wrote a poem the other day for the single mothers in America cause I'm pro-life...not pro choice.
I wrote a poem about the other day about the country that I live in.
I wrote a poem the other day disgusted about how we as a people can give in to tyrants like george, donald, and dick.
I wrote a poem the other day to honor those who pay rent by pullin trick after trick in the cities that they dwell in.
I wrote a poem the other day for lesbians like ellen and gay dudes too.
I wrote a poem the other day for every Arab, and Catholic, and Mormon, and Jew and to all the Christians that know God loves you.
I wrote a poem the other day for those four little girls in that chruch in the south.
I wrote a poem for all the black people in their graves who were slaves who know what I'm talking about.
I wrote a poem the other day for that man in Jasper, Texas cause even though he wasn't drug miles behind a Lexus...he was still drug.
I wrote a poem for those fighting cancer and AIDS and who just need a hug.
I wrote a poem the other day for 8 year olds in the crack game.
I wrote a poem the other day for the 38 year olds doing the same.
I wrote a poem the other day for all those locked up state.
I wrote a poem to let them know that when they get out it ain't to late to go straight and do what's right.
I wrote a poem the other day...or maybe it was the other night..
about the miseducation in our country passed done from leaders
i wrote a poem about all my brothers in sisters in Iraq who are unfortunately for now sand eaters but soon will be home to have a beer and a smile.
I wrote a poem the other night about the fathers who havent seen they children in a while and I wrote some mor words for those who haven't seen them at all.
I wrote a poem the other night for those EMTs and officers and fire fighters and doctors on call trying to do they best to protect and serve.
I wrote a poem the other night for all those who have the nerve to stand up and speak for what they know is true.
Jasmine, alexys, OJ...I wrote a poem the other night for all three of you soon to be four.
I wrote a poem the other night cause I think if I didn't write any more my heart would be sore and my mind would go blank.
I wrote a poem the other night for all that money the homeless don't have in the bank but yet you never see them complain and whine like we do.
I wrote a poem the other night for all the smart and intellectual people who can't afford to go to school so instead they enroll themselves into the school of hard knocks.
Where all you need to get your degree is count and slang rocks.
I wrote a poem the other night about not makin ends meet.
I wrote a poem the other night about 12 year olds packin heat and bring it to school to take out they teacher.
I wrote a poem the other night about girls in the choir sneaking away and getting some from the preacher while his wife sits at the house making it a home.
I wrote a poem the other night for all those who think they are alone and think they cant make it and think they arent strong.
I wrote a poem the other night to not tell you you are wrong but to tell you about a song that I think you need to hear.
I wrote a poem about life...love...and the God we should fear cause in my poem who you think helped me make it.
...in my life...who you think...helped me...
if you made it this far...thank you