(it’s all I ask of You.) manifestation.

I want a sweet man.

I want a kind man. 

I want a man that will hold my hand when I’m nervous. 

Ask me if I’m good. I nod assurances. 

He’d smile in return. 

I want a man that needs to be gentle with me. 

Wants to, really. 

Has no desire to treat me like a burlap sack. 

I don’t ever ask for princess treatment but thinks I’m still worthy of it anyway. 

Smiles at others, treats strangers with respect. 

Sees the value in everyone. 

Sees the value in me. 

He thinks I’m an asset to his life. 

Just for keeping him sane, just for providing another perspective. 

Speaks to the Creator about me often. 

Petitions Her on my behalf before I could even ask. 

Will buy me orchids because that’s my favorite flower. 

Will gift me chocolate chip cookies if I’ve had a rough day. 

Will offer me space to breathe so I can decompress yet I rather be around him because his presence alone calms my spirit. 

He makes me feel safe. 

My nervous system goes on autopilot around him. 

My favorite love songs remind me of him. 

He’ll remind me of Maxwell, of Toni, or Sade, of Anita, of Boyz II Men, of Jodeci, of Shai, of Silk.

He’s the manifestation of all those repeated listens to Quiet Storm and Love Talk & Slow Jams. 

“Kissing you …is not enough for me…” 

I’m a big girl and big girls have desires…

He’ll match them. 

Will make me black out from just touch. 

I’ll leave Earth for the rest. 

Will only come down for round two. And three. And four. 

I just want one. 

One sweet, kind, gentle man.