Listen, I’ll prolly never be that guy when I walk by, you lick your lips and you prolly won’t start switchin’ your hips on purpose when you walk by me. And I’ll prolly never be the star of your fantasy and hell, if I was ever in your dream, you’d prolly be passin’ me, over to that big burly guy with his shirt off, with the whip cream and hot candle wax, and that’s okay ‘cause I wanna get to know you.. before I get in you.
And my Hindu friend once told me the beauty of karma so I thought if I shared my soul, I might get one in return. In return, I wanna find my connection, not too concerned with affection ‘cause I understand that in time, that will come. But this is for those guys that are looking for a beautiful soul, not a quick fix. For my guys lookin’ for their wives, not these quick tricks. For my understand-that-our-bodies-aren’t-always-going-to-be-strong -enough-for-sex guys. So lookin’ to see if our-minds-still-connect guys.
This is for my bringing-your-favorite-flowers, sit-up- and-talk-for-hours-just-to-hear-you-laugh guys. And see, I wanna remember the color of your eyes before I remember the taste of your inner thigh. I want the color of your eyes to be the reason why I open mine and my eyes are open. And they say when you’re lookin’ for gold, simply start by putting yourself in a place where gold is. I’m lookin’ for your soul, so I’ll start back where your soul sits—your eyes.
And this is for those guys that understand that to make love, you must first have love. This is for my destiny-is-written-above guys. This is to us needing, loving, and treating you the way a woman should be treated. All the times we loved, and all the times we mistreated our love. All our fights, arguments, and all the times we got heated because it happens, and people do that. Now that we’re past all of that, now we know that love is more than physical, this is to us having the best, most amazing… sex, I mean, I mean, love of our lives. Peace.