To be in love, what does that mean to me?
It means learning about, he.
All he can possibly tell me, absolutely everything.
His favorite ideas, styles, arts and humanities.
It means choosing each other over anything.
We may not agree in small degrees
But it doesn't matter because my intelligence is what he loves about me.
Oh what I wouldn't do for a man who loved me
Oh for a hard working, Blue collar and responsible man, I'd rub his sore muscles after a long day at work.
I'd do anything to ease any ailment or hurt.
It'd definitely be a bonus if he was nerdy at heart
And together we shall indulge in skillful animation, fantasy, and art.
I'd handle the finances and budget for vacations and sightseeing the world's most beautiful parts.
To give him a shoulder to cry on when life gets tough and feels like it's all gonna fall apart.
And reassure him that no matter what, we'll always figure it out together, especially the tough parts.
To learn his favorite dishes, and cook them to warm his belly and heart.
To bake him his favorite sweets, anything from cupcakes to fresh lemon tarts
To make sure he's fed like a king, not just a guard.
Oh what I wouldn't do for a man who loved me
I'd sing like a songbird if he wished it of me
I'd dance in silks and become his every fantasy
I'd sway and dance, tease him with every bit of me, barely covered in something sexy, cute and lacey.
Our energy and enthusiasm for each other unparalleled, like pure electricity.
We'd perform a dance of courtship and foreplay in the dim light of our nest safely and securely
We'd play until we couldn't hold back anymore, and ravage each other through the night endlessly
Then wake up the next morning in bliss, to rinse and repeat.
Oh what I wouldn't do for a man who loved me
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Dead Doves and Their Pretty Corpses
PoetryA collection of original poems, writings, and laments Hopefully cathartically relatable to those who read it, as you are not alone in this abyss. I am here too. Cover art by: Voidbug on IG
