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There’s only one, and it’s platinum, because I have come to the conclusion in my life of 41 years that settling is a form of living death where you are sleepwalking through your own existence The numbness that coats the heart from inauthentic love is no longer an option as the minuscule amount of time that remains gets eaten by the seconds ticking in my mind Here are my requirements: brains, beauty, fire, ambition It means that you: Can hold a conversation that spans from dusk to dawn, Are easy on the eyes and have a voice that soothes my soul, Have the drive to get what you want while enjoying the pursuit, Know how to love women- truly understand how to nurture her soul with the heat of your touch- and grasp that feminism isn’t a dirty word I desire dates that feel like we are on miniature adventures from the world, where it’s just two people orbiting each other in their own private universe, and all those around us are nothing more than ghosts in the background of our private, vivid, macrocosm I crave words that are kind, softly spoken, caressing my soul, syllables that excite me, that tell me you listen, hear, adapt, or meet me in the middle I hunger for hands that know how to move across the slopes of a woman, a body that moves in time to my own, a syncopated rhythm build from confidence and experience Someone who gets that just because I asked you to pull my hair on Friday, it doesn’t mean I want the same on Sunday Someone who knows the value of an ask, where consent isn’t a theoretical concept but a living practice we worship in each other And if you prove so worthy I offer my heart, it comes with a pure devotion to body, mind, and soul, and I will not hand that priceless jewel over for anything less than everything I want, So I can give you everything I am in return If you don’t meet all these requirements save us both the time and frustration so that I can cut through the endless noise to find the one sweet track I want to play over and over and over and over… If you feel you may be such music, my muse, that rare individual I am seeking (but not needing-there is a firm difference between those two actions) then… you know what to do Comments are closed.
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