A Beautiful Man....Inside And Out
I finally found the man who I wish I can call mine.
A man made very special by time, like vintage wine.
A wonderful feeling in me, he does create.
For he's magnificent, knowing, patient and affectionate.
Whenever I see him, I lose my control and my sanity.
Because he's a beautiful man, even at past fifty.
With him by my side, I can't ask for anything more.
Because he's the man, all my life, I've been looking for.
The sharp sculpture of his face, I love to stare at.
And the lines on it make me feel secure no matter what.
The taste of wine from his lips brings me pleasure.
And the white streaks in his hair turn me on beyond measure.
I love the feel of his beard against my lips, at night.
And the moustache makes him so masculinely sexy, all right.
His shoulders so broad, hands so big and voice so deep.
Everything about him makes him look so strong and attractive.
He has his own way of making me very happy.
He's so romantic that he can make a dark night, starry.
He shows his passion and desire whenever there is a chance.
With him, it's always like the beginning of a romance.
I love the feeling whenever we soar to heights together.
For he's very ardent and artful as a lover.
He taught me beautiful things I've never known before.
He made me a woman, from my outside to my very core.
by Irish
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