Tailor Made Men Poem by Roy Mburia

I too want one like him,
A Romeo, maybe fourth generational Jacob
A man with much intent,
Loyal to my heart,
Suits my soul perfect
Like a servant.
With full dedication to me like his job,
His biceps curved by the gym.
A man, custom made to suit my heart,
A suit, tailor made to fit my desires.
Designed for my wishful commendation,
To fill my eyes with adoration
Share in his passion.

I want a man,
His touch and soul warm,
He who will drown me in a storm,
Respect in me the angel,
Never minds if I'm a devil.
I want one that takes me by my arms,
Looks into my eyes,
Chokes me in his charm.
May he share in my pain and sorrow,
Never leave me hollow
When out in dens and pubs,
And never questions my night outs.

To the man I want I'm this particular,
My specifications seem peculiar.
One that can do my washing,
Laundry and doesn't care cooking.
Can help me out with bathing,
Deaf to my nagging,
Blind to my weight and laziness.
If only he gets me a fortress
My guard on him is of a lioness,
Lets his be ours,
Allows what is mine to be mine alone.