 Originally Posted by Mes Tarrant
 Haha, christ!
The perfect man for me is sensitive, decisive, mature, tall enough so I can wear my god damn heals and he'd still be taller, smiles a lot, has sparkly eyes... 
Ahh don't spoil me 
The Perfect Woman
As the night sky dims, and I fall in my slumber
One object reminds me, why I live longer.
Her hair, silk soft, the beautiful song it makes.
The air fitting perfectly in her crevices.
Oh!, as I think of her my tears go by,
Her legs, a geometrical fantasy,
Curves, and twists enough to rip my wits,
I look into her eyes.. I see not a mere reflection,
I see all her secrets, as pure as the moon,
When I hug her, it feels as if I haven't deserved, what I got,
I don't feel pleasure, I feel as if shes the home I never had.
-Dw
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