From the tip of his penis, to the tall gray strand that coils in the top of his head…he’s changed
Dark curls play merry-go-round at his lower back
Bushy eyebrows
Big, thick, hands. Veins plump along.
Curved small belly, sits where strong abs once where.. a baby no more.
No mother’s milk smell, in the corners of his mouth
A full grown MAN.
A Man with responsibilities and complications
A Man with swagger and sex appeal
A Man with a smile that makes everything sunny (in my world)
A Man that works hard to satisfy not just please
A grown Man with grown Man things..
Even though we were both so young when we met, I wouldn’t change the Man that you have become.
Though at times, I lust for the tenderness and naivety that you once possessed, the necessary roughness clothes me just fine.
Mantra 