who wouldnt be.
an actual man
wanting to please me.
and not just sexually.
cheering me up,
and askin about me,
not just the things
i can do between the sheets
but the processes
and items
ideals
and beliefs
that roam thru my mind on the daily.
scared that maybe
he might think im not
as great as he believes
cuz after a while,
like anything new
that new smell
happiness fades away
so i hope whats left
is enough
