I wanna marry an artist. A poet. Someone whose words send chills down my spine. Your looks do not matter because your mind is so enlightened. I want to be the subject of your words, your train of thought focused only upon me. Describe the color of my hair, the feeling of my skin, the taste of my lips. Leave messages next to my pillow in the morning and read your poems to me before bed. Whether it's a ballad, a canto, a couplet or even a free verse, make me yearn for your voice and the wisdom of your thoughts. Make me crave the touch of your flow and the lyrics that you spit make me wet. Oh, be the perfect man for me. Be art.
I wanna marry an artist. A painter. I want to be your muse. That mystery woman in all your works. Paint the deepest parts of my soul. Turn the darkness into light again. Show me off to the world, the real me, your melanin beauty. It does not matter your style as long as you are free. I need a man who can make the world quiet with the depth of his paintings. Just the thought of those strokes can me climax. How beautiful we could be, two artists. Let's take turns taking off our clothes and following every curve with a paintbrush. Oh, be the perfect man for me. Be art.
We may not be perfect to society but in the eyes of an artist even the ugly duckling was beautiful. I want to marry an artist. Someone I can hold at night and he describe the joy in his heart. Someone to collaborate with, socialize with, someone who understands my mind. I wanna marry an artist, a lover I can vibe with.
