I See You

full moonI see you in a way they don’t.

I see past the physical spectacle that is your body, I see past the desire I have to touch you. I see what’s inside of you, I see the real you.

They see you in that dress or with that smile and imagine being inside of you, touching you, kissing you. I see you in that dress and imagine dancing with you, holding you, talking to you.

I see the sadness behind those eyes, those big, beautiful, intense eyes. I feel like I’m going to drown in those eyes, that’s how much of you I see.

I see you in way they don’t.

I see a future with us, I see the moment turning into so much more than just a hello. Then just a date, then just a fling. I see you in the most intimate ways possible.

Tell me you see me too. Tell me I’m not crazy. Tell me my eyes and soul aren’t betraying me.

I see you in the sun, smiling, spinning, breathing life into everything and everyone you come in contact with.
I see you and in seeing you I don’t want to see anyone else ever again.

~ Demez F. White

Waiting on Perfect…

FB-Ring.jpgI believe in love at first sight.

I believe in lust at first sight.

For me they aren’t mutually exclusive. They go hand in hand and for that reason and that reason alone I knew she was the perfect woman from the moment I saw her in my mind. I think it’s selfish to ask God for my desires when I have so much, I’ve always felt that way. He still knows my mind, knows my heart. When he created her, I’m positive he did it for the sole purpose of making me one of the happiest men on this earth.

She’s the perfect woman because she wears her flaws like a badge of honor. She’s not insecure about those imperfections or worried what people will think, she knows what they think and she embraces it! Encourages it! It’s better to know and use their hate against them than to ignore it and pretend.

She’s the perfect woman because her smile turns lives around. People can’t help but to see her and realize that life isn’t so bad after all, that whatever is hurting or stressing or missing can only get better. Her smile makes me feel like I could write a 1000 bestsellers all before breakfast! Her smile turns me on to the point where I could make love to her on a loveseat in the middle of Toyota Center and not care who is watching.

She’s the perfect woman not because her body screams “f*ck me” but because she’s tone death to that scream! She doesn’t need ass shots on the bathroom counter or shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. She’s the most beautiful woman in the room in jeans and a t-shirt. She shows up to Happy Hour tired in a pencil skirt, blouse and heels and makes other woman self conscious. With all that she’s Ray Charles to the bullshit.

More than any of that, more than all of those great traits….

She’s perfect because she’s perfect for me. When I have writers block and can’t find the words her voice and touch bring me back to that place that allows me to be great! When I’m stressed or sad the image of her smile does more for me than praying ever has.

I once heard a pastor say that if you love anything more than you love God he will take it from you to prove to you that he’s almighty. I don’t doubt that for a second because I know with all my heart I love her more than any man has or ever will love a woman. When the day comes when I stand in front of our Lord and Savior I’ll look him in his eyes and tell him…

“You knew what would happen when you created perfection and if a second on earth with her gets me a lifetime in hell I’ll take that tradeoff every day of the week!”

You’re the perfect woman because you’re perfect for me; I’m just waiting to meet you.