Love me not for the color and the shape of my eyes.
But because you see the goodness of my soul therein.
Love me not for the silk and satin of my sheets,
But for the truth they speak
Love me not for the softness of my skin
But for the softness of my soul.
Love me not for hands that stroke and caress you
But for hands that do the work of God
Love me not for the fullness of my Chest
But for the fullness of my heart.
Love me not for the sensitivity of my nipples
But for my sensitivity to humanity
Love me not for the warmth between my Thighs
But for the warmth of my humanity.
Love me not because my “Man Hood feels incredible”
But because my Man Hood is incredible
Love me not for the way my legs wrap around you
But for the journey they have carried me through
Love me not because I am pleasing to the sight or touch.
Love me because of all that I am
