Him Poem by morris rebecca

He was my warrior,
He stood tall like a pole,
His complexion was that of the finest dark chocolate.

He was my man,
He was educated,
Talented,
He was a dreamer with a bright future.
A future that i was going to be a part of.

Every time he touched me i felt a sensation below my lower region.
I ached for his passionate kisses,
I craved for his masterpiece to penetrate me as my sweet juices cascade from between my tender thighs.
I had dreams of our bodies collapsing in one harmony.

He was my best friend,
The one I ran to when my world seems to be in destruction.
He understood that I was no ordinary girl,
He knew that I was burning flame,
He knew that I was a paradox.

He was my heart,
And he took advantage of that,
He ran into the dark,
And left me stranded for more of his love.

He was my lesson,
He taught me to love myself,
He taught me to respect myself,
He taught me to value myself enough to walk away from a man that didn't love me.