Man of My Dreams

I really just want

A plain and simple life

To be a good mom

And a loving wife

I don't want a man

Always holding my hand

Just one that takes time

To love and understand

One who'd tell the truth

Even when it hurts

Not run behind my back

Chasing more skirts

Bouquets of flowers

And flashy diamond rings?

No, I'd prefer not to be

Gifted such things

Instead, he would run me

A bath when I'm sick

Or write a cute note

When he's been a real dick

He'd spend time enjoying

Things I like to do

While I color 'cuntcake'

He'd color 'fuck you'

I'd be on his mind

And he'd ensure this I know

By not being scared

To let his feelings show

In return I would gift him

All his demands

Send him to paradise

With just my bare hands