He is dark.
His hair is nappy.
His stature is tall.
And I love the way he calls me “baby.”
That is fact.
Never have I actively courted a man a day in my life.
I’ve always been the one desperate for “love me and fuck me so I know I’m worth it”
But he doesn’t push it.
I am fully enthralled by his persistence.
His subtle pokes at “us” in the long run
He treats me like he’s my one.
Like I’m his only-
because lonely stayed 2 ½ years too long
and he’s ready to give.
So am I.
When shall we make this beautiful exchange?