Gay Man Poem by mandy faye

Does the perfect man exist?
Will I ever find that kind?
Seems like there aren’t any left
All the good ones are hard to find
The bad girls took them all,
left the bad guys for nice chicks
So I’m left wondering…
will I ever find my pick?
No one seems to earn my attention
I’ll admit I’m quite picky
But it’s not my fault at all
For most men are a bit tricky
So my beauty has high standards
I’m not going to settle for less
I’m not stating looks are everything
But I’m not going for a mess
Personality is a plus
Sense of humor adds a bonus
If I said looks didn’t take part,
believe me I’d be bogus
First attraction is the main key
For your body has to feel tense;
palms become sweaty, butterflies in your belly…
Now does that make any sense?
First love is hard to find
But I don’t think perfect defies
No one is perfect
Especially if you’re a guy