Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of great proportions,
Who can make my knees buckle,
With his charm.
Oh, somewhere he waits,
Needing satisfaction,
That only having me,
Could ever bring.
He'll sweep me up in arms,
A paradise of heat,
Aching, pulsing pounding,
Delicious indulgence,
Of the most wicked kind.
Take me, good sir,
For I need to be,
Yours. Completely.
Totally.
Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of epic proportions,
Wanting to do nothing,
But satisfy my needs.
Chelsea Hansford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-for-a-man/
