“Don't let the devil fool you! Unless he's handsome.” Ljupka Cvetanova
I don't know you.
I don't know your mind,
Your likes or dislikes,
Or what makes you
Tick,
I don't even know
Your orientation,
But I do know
I've never seen
A man who comes
So near to perfection,
At least in looks.
You're tall,
You're dark,
You're exceptionally
Handsome
With sinful eyes
And kissable lips
And a beautiful head
Of dark hair.
How could you not
Be vain and
Self centered?
Are you these things?
Or are you
Honorable,
Sincere,
Good humored
And cheerfully
Self deprecating,
A joy to be around?
I'm not certain
I want to know.
Why burst my bubble
And destroy
My feminine fantasies?
Far be it from me to shatter your illusion but you and I both know that no one is "perfect." However, one should never stop dreaming. Love, peace, and best wishes to you, Rebecca,
Hmmn not sure I should comment and destroy the fantasy. Yet, perfect perhaps lies within rather than without. The perfect body may harbor the imperfect mind and heart. The pleasures of the body last a few minutes, what about the rest of the time? Just wondering. The agony and the ecstasy perhaps.
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I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
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