Treasure Island

miesha devres

(April 9,1991 / Memphis, TN, USA)

My Perfect Man


I love him with all my heart,
To me, he is so dear,
With him, I'll never have to worry
Never have to fear
The darkness that may lie ahead,
The shadows that may fall
Because when I become weak and afraid
On him I can call
I know he'll be there for me
To hold my hand through it all
And with him there, my problems seem insignificant and small
He lights my world with his voice alone
His moans are...oh amazing!
His touch will light my skin on fire
And i'm sure his kiss will drive me crazy
But where can I fond this perfect man
Oh, where could he be?
Oh, wait...I forgot
I found him in my baby!

Submitted: Friday, March 10, 2006
Edited: Saturday, April 08, 2006
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