Personal

Personal

I want a man whose body makes mine hum,
who when he looks my way the sky goes hazy.
Don’t call me if you’re boring, crude or dumb.

Discussions about sports teams turn me numb,
and men who can’t stop talking drive me crazy.
I want a man whose body makes mine hum,

who sweetly cries my name out as we come,
a sensual man, whose touch makes me feel dizzy.
Don’t call me if you’re angry, cheap or dumb.

I like full lips, bare skin, long winter nights, some
good red wine. I like to spend a lazy
morning with a man who makes me hum.

I like to wade in fountains just for fun,
to decorate my hairband with a daisy,
skinny-dipping, hopscotch, playing dumb.

I love good jazz, dancing till I’m numb,
deep snow, strong wind, a girl dressed up in paisley.
I want a man whose body makes mine hum.
Don’t call me if you’re rigid, mean or dumb.

– Beth Gylys

 

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