My Man

He stands over 6'2 and towers over my 5'11 frame.
Weighs a staggering 200 bounds that isn't easily tamed.
To you he comes across as a hard man.
Yet I know he is made softer than a Persian rug.
A refined,
reformed classic thug.
His depths glimpsed through his hypnotizing eyes.
Eyes that glow with love and laugher.
Has a sexy voice musical to my ears.
A tone that often takes away my fears.
A smile reserved and unknown to many.
A select few if any.
A sensual mouth that holds promise.
Lips that deliver award wining performance.
Together we are mixtures of different skin tones.
I the chocolate foundation and he my caramel topping.
My man protects me from danger.
The unwanted touches of strangers.
He shields me from the unnecessary.
Yet never disturbs the flow of the necessary.
Sugar coating isn't his flow.
Delivers hard knocking reality blows.
He is quick to give a compliment when one is due.
Makes damn sure I am never disrespected by his crew.
My man believes jealousy is unfashionable for he styles confidence.
He has a tender nature that weakens my body like a winter's flu.
He is generous with his cheddar and his flesh.
Belonging to him in mind and body is the ultimate rush.
You can often find my man in the kitchen cooking me gourmet meal.
Than licking me up like am his favorite oatmeal.
The care he gives me I of course return ten folds.
For he posses many qualities yet untold.
He started off as just a friend.
A boy who was there at the beginning of every end.
Worked his way to becoming by boyfriend.
Who loved me unconditionally and was a god sent.
Transcended beyond and became my husband.
In between has been my lover and friend.
He is my man.
There is no one quite like him.

"Twisted Elegance"

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