My True Blue

His hands are large,

they are calloused from hard work.

Arms strong enough

to keep me safe from harm.

He'll know how to help

when I've been running on "E."

I haven't gone far

on my good luck and charm.

He'll be brave as a soldier,

marching into battle.

He'll be loyal and honest,

I'll call him True Blue.

He'll be tender and kind,

he'll love my one eyed cat,

When he makes a promise,

he'll stay there to see it through.

His lips are soft and gentle,

when I'm feeling needy,

And size matters,

my True Blue is large.

He'll already know

when I need to take the lead,

And he'll know when

I need him to take charge.

He'll keep calm when I'm triggered,

freaking out,

He'll hold my hands,

telling me to breathe deep...

He'll wake me up, so I can get to work,

He'll snuggle close,

the big spoon while we sleep.

He'll have friends who will listen,

who will believe...

He won't be scared of some shady, dirty cops.

He'll stand right next to me,

so I won't stand alone

He knows why I spend hours,

sitting in parking lots.

He'll kiss my neck,

chills will run all through me.

He'll lay me down,

when we indulge every desire

He'll make me scream,

while my toes are curling

He'll take me there,

again and again, bodies on fire.

He'll wrap me up, a blanket of protection

He'll want my opinion,

he'll ask me for my thoughts

He'll be alpha,

he'll make sure to let it be well known,

There will be no more sickos,

whacked out psychos who stalk

He is hard and rigid,

where I am all softness

He is math and logic,

while I'm words and emotion

He's the light to my dark,

sunshine to the moon

True Blue has all my love

And all of my devotion.