Hoping that my head won’t turn to that sweet rhyme he plays,

He plays so sweet make me wanna drink that blood red,

That Blood red orange juice so good on my lips,

My lips burning for some more of anything that involves him,

Loving him is sin and repeating what I think is ill

My Perfect Man

The Perfact Man has come into my Life and he is waiting,

He is absolutely.. Fantasmagorically, Sponataneousely..beseeching me to come into his life and fill him with love and happiness.

The Perfect Man has also stated that he will not settle for less,

Cause he wants the best of the best, twice better than the rest, lest he be angry..but he is urging me not to fall below his expectations and I shall not.


The Perfect Man has beguiled me to listen and understand,

Filling me up with empathy and wisdom, so much so I can’t comprehend how big his heart is. His heart is big

and the Perfect Man loves me long time for 4 years,

He knocks on my door and cries, for 4 years he equates to my demise and bring me from misery to not so miserable in only a matter of minutes.

Does a Perfect World exist for this Perfect Man?

Impossible as it might seem, Incongrous to the human eye, Floundering on the doorsteps of heaven, embedded in blankets of gold, embroidered with iron clad, his world is a choice.

I wish to make a perfect choice..I wish to be where he is..

Nobody is perfect but he is perfect in my eyes,

and to the surprise of the public he flies, sours high in to the skies above all of your a fawn coming to rescue me from this not-so-perfect-life.