Letter Of Intent

I, Solemnly Swear that my actions are of the purest intentions…

My intent is to treat you as an equal

You are much more than a Female or a Woman; I want you as a Partner

Every step you take is a step we will take together; walking side by side

…Not behind nor in front, harmonious like a gospel hymn

Together we will conquer all obstacles and build our empire

…Keyword being, Our

I’ve wanted you in the worst ways, but you can’t see past my manly build

Instead you’ve chained me to your human built prototype of Man

I am neither Them, nor are they Me

You wonder what my intentions are…

I can reassure you as a Man…

I’ve envisioned the sweet nectar that pours in your most sacred garden

I am NOT a Bandit, nor do I seek to pillage your inner most Sanctum

I am here to worship it, tend to every crevice and corner

And where there is hardened stone, I plan to turn it to marble

As for your garden, it will blossom before Spring

Yet, you wonder what my intentions are…

You believe that Man seeks only one thing….Sex

Physically I can take you to clouds you never knew existed past nine

But mentally, I will make your brain orgasm a thousand times

To me that is where connection is defined

Yet, I’ve said this before…and you compare it to another played pick-up line

You say Men see Women as objects in a toy store

Well let me tell you…

I’ve seen our future in your eyes, in a place that is infinity and beyond your current state of mind. Light-years from now you’ll see this love story was never built for toys

You still wonder what my intentions are…

I surprise you with dinner and a movie, but that is too simple

You want more because you say all guys do that…

I buy you the finest clothes and take you on expensive trips, but that is too simple

You want more because you say all the ballers do that…

For 365 days I engrave on your heart reasons of why I love you, you’re speechless

But you think I’m up to something because I’m crafty with words

You stop thinking, and you ask me what my intentions are… I reply…

You’ve been sold many dreams that MLK forgot his most profound one

But I do not judge you because we all make mistakes

It’s fair to say, that I to have been a Merchant of Dreams

And undid the tightest seams of the prettiest maidens

Time has allowed me to change

I want you in your most raw and barren form…no make-up

Just you and your natural hair

In that moment I want you to gaze into my eyes to see where my truth lies

Rest your hand on my heart and feel the beats of a weary King

Understand that like you, I have also met defeat in love and war

Yet, I accept you for the genuine person you are

If you are reading this, that means you couldn’t decipher what a blind man could see

My motives were mistaken for the mishaps of my gender

And to happiness you didn’t surrender

Time has its circumstances and has led us to parting ways

Keep checking the mail; you’ll be receiving My Letter of Intent one of these days…