I'm hungry,
for the feel of a mans arms around me,
not just any man but that special one,
the one man with the ability to make my heart race just by looking at me in a certain way,
the one who makes me feel special just by the way he looks at me,talks to me,treats me,holds me,
the one with whom am comfortable enough to speak my mind,and he doesn't judge the content that comes out,
he just accepts me with all my flaws and still finds me special,
I'm hungry.
I wonder is too late for me,have i exhausted the potion of good men that was allocated to me,
the ones who were either too tall,too short,too dumb,too weak,to taken,to in-love or just not good enough.
Did i pass him by without knowing that he was something special,the one just for me?
was i too picky,should i have settled for one who was not too bad as men go?
or is he out there somewhere,searching for that special someone just like me,
time will tell,it always does,in the meantime though,
I'm hungry.
