My Gift

He moves with quiet confidence,
So comfortable in his own skin.
A man's man, as they say,
Always aware; always wary.

Strong, sexy body and a wise, witty mind,
Guarding thoughts and dreams ferociously.
Quick to defend his privacy and his space,
Flashing, angry eyes when you push too far.

A listener, an observer of people,
Spoken or unspoken, he misses nothing.
His intensity and honesty intimidate most,
Dazzling smile and easy laughter charm all.

He is a sensual and exotic beast,
Caged in this midwestern world.
Child of a different place,
What stories he could tell, if only he would.

I see other women react to his presence.
Young, old, married, single, plain, pretty,
He makes us all feel flirty and feminine,
And we all crave more of his attention.

Our secret times alone are a gift.
His body is as beautiful as his spirit.
He fills all my senses and satisfies my lust,
Just being near him calms my soul.