Man. Not a Boy.

I want one too.
I want my own.
I want the one that will make my heart race
Just by hearing his voice.
I want the one that will smile at me
And know exactly what I’m thinking
I want PDA in public
Footsie in the resturants
Butterflies in my belly
A knowing look when I need it most.

I want one too.
I want my own.

I don’t want hers.
Neither do I want to be number 17 out of the current 25.
I don’t want one minute.
I don’t want a weekend.
I don’t want to share.
I don’t want one that tells me he loves me while his wife snores in the bed next to him.

No!

I want my own.
I don’t want an old one.
I don’t want one that didn’t work before.
I don’t want games.

I want a new one.
I want to start afresh…
On a clean slate.

I want discovery…
I want chemistry
I want mind sex.

I want the one that I will run to
When the nightmares won’t go away
The one that will hold me
And tell me everything is okay
The one whose eyes I will look into
And feel completely safe.
The one that is not turned off
by my fiercely independent streak.

I want a Man not a boy.

Yes, I know.
I want it all.

Is that too much to ask?

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38 thoughts on “Man. Not a Boy.

  1. ~Sirius~ says:

    This was me 2 yrs ago, My Mantra to God.
    I Was darn tired with all the drama relationships had.
    But guess what? my own finally came- STILL with drama, I had to wait it out.

    *sigh

    They say good things don't come easy.
    You deserve your own, settle for that and nothing less!

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