I need Such A Man

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Talents are not recognized, admitted by the others. I need a man, a shoulder I can cry on . When tears shine in my eyes, he will hug me tightly, kiss me tenderly. He will place me on the bed gently, undressing my clothing one by one, like fallen petals with dews dancing with the autumn wind. We are unconscious, but we do it. I need a man, who penetrates my inside like a sword. He is familiar with all of my fluctuating emotions, but never tries blaming my caprice, and never knows how to hurt me. He loves me deeply, I saw the sign in his eyes. I need a man, who I am happy to make all the tricks to seduce him. Those seductive words come from my mouth, but into his heart. They turn into his hands, his lips. Kisses fallen into my peach-colored cheeks. He is that stubborn stone , and I am that spiritual pearl grass. I “green” his heart silently like a spring girl. I am the content of his heart. We are naive children , contented with playing with each other. But we never makes love. If we did, that would be because we went astray , and into the peach fairyland by accident. We forget after we leave it.