love his hooded eyes, bright and filled with life.
I love his beard, It's like the feeling of soft delicate grass on my skin.
His laughter is like the sound of waves crushing onto the beach.
He is an epitome of perfection, his touch never fail to give me heebie-jeebies.
I found an angel in a man, he came straight away from my dreams.
No abs, just the way I like it, soft.
I can play with his hanging stomach for hours,
And trace his deep facial wrinkles when am bored.
His toothless mouth is the perfect one for kissing.
Rutando, for him I've fallen and I don't need anybody to save me.
I know he is old, but age is just a number and old is gold.
He can be my boy and my surrogate father, that's killing two birds with one stone.
His pockets are deep, even his breath smells money.
Am waiting for the ring and the vows, then say adios boondocks.
I'll move from that muddy hut, and start a new life in a five star flat.
Poverty will no longer be my scent, I won't even remember it when having a cocktail in the bathtub.
My skin will no longer be cracked, not with the regular visits to the masseuse.
My nails will be done, my hair will be done.
And above all, a couple of thousands for my daily ice cream.
My feet will no longer get tired, there'll be a Mercedes for the madam,
And two maids for the chores.
So when dusk comes, it will be me by the pool watching the golden ball with my big boy.
It's going to be a little paradise, but a spike for the people I loath.
My outfits will no longer come from local stores.
My vacations will be transoceanic.
Rutando will be like a ladder for my ambitions,
And when his sun sets, I'll have all his opulence for myself.
©Jay Crown
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