Six foot one. Dark skinned. Beard? Long.
Intellectual conversations. White smile. Head game? Strong.
I never had a type. But, now I definitely do.
When we first met, I didn’t think it was you.
I may be ‘corny’ writing love poems in books,
But this is where I hide whenever I feel ‘shook’.
My heart is still closed but my arms are wide open,
while your body is between my thighs strokin’.
Nice guys finish last and you were never first.
Couldn’t even tell by the way I ripped that shirt…
In the morning? Coffee, no sugar, no cream.
Careful not to hurt yourself playing with the steam.