Playing house with an immature man is like rolling dice
in the middle of a street, playing poker amidst busy traffic.
Sharing your dreams and aspirations with an immature man
is stripping naked at a public restaurant like a mad woman,
exposing your nakedness for all to see for your emotions
and your heart is laid bare.
He’ll feed the world with your erogenous zones,
bits of your mind and heart. You’ll be open like a public lavatory.
Confiding in an immature man is like speaking to the wind.
His words and actions are dumb acts in a theatre production.
Your thoughts resonating into his mind like that bulge in his pants.
He’s hearing but not listening.
Making love to an immature man is almost surreal.
A love scene he has perfected, emotions he fakes.
He’ll bring the movies to your bed.
Make you laugh with comical jokes from standup comedy.
Flatter you with cheesy romantic lines
Caress you with fronts and stunts from romantic scenes
Turn your body up with your favorite love song.
Make you moan, dominating your cries at the midnight hour
just to fake it for you. Cuddles after a night of passion
comparable to that cold night, standing in the blistering cold.
His shoulders will face you for he just played out a sexual,
romantic scene in a movie.
He will probably be even mocking you in his thoughts.
The act is done, the audience applauds.
Exposed, used as the pack of used condom wrappers now filled on the floor.
Even a nice shower won’t clean you up nice after all that dirt.
Loving an immature man is hating you.
Trusting a fly by the night,
believing inconsistencies, fronts and stunts.
Buying time with a fugitive
Sharing your bed with the enemy
Feeding on stolen goods
Placing your feelings in a crypt.
A shady love penitentiary, locked up in solitary confinement.
His love isn’t here to stay.
His feelings have a life span almost comparable to that of a fruit fly.
His desires spark fast and spread like a wild bush fire.
His love is like perishable goods, with a manufacture date and expiry date.
He’ll wash up nice for you,
lay in your bed and eat your food,
Play husband and wife with you but in a doll house.
Feed you with disrespect as his feelings expire and
he’s gone bad like expired milk.
Feelings of anger, sadness and bitterness now a fleeting tale,
for a woman that hates herself so much.
Giving all the benefits of a husband to a man who doesn’t want to commit.
Giving her all to a man whose time on the supermarket shelf expires anytime.
Giving love to a man who only cares about the fuck.
A man who only thinks about when he is going to get some.
That is the price a woman pays for loving an immature man.
But when she loves herself, she’ll love a mature man.
A man, who’ll prioritize her and put her needs before his.
She’ll share her dreams and aspirations with him and support each other.
A man who’ll trust and respect her, while also listening to her.
A man who’ll turn a house into a home with her.
A man who knows what he wants, his feelings and intentions are clear.
A man who isn’t about silly games but the real deal.
A man who’ll make love to her whilst combining aspects of the real world.
Giving her real pleasure, moaning with her, climaxing with her,
bonding with her spiritually and sexually, connecting with her, cuddling with her.
A man who appreciates love, and is grateful for having a woman like her.
This man deserves sex on a regular
This man deserves well cooked meals on time
Pressed clothes, laughter and fun, her full support,
in addition to her heart, mind, body and soul.
He deserves the benefits of a husband, for he is a potential husband.
When a woman hates herself, any man will fill up her void.
She’ll enable and attract immature men, who’ll feed her on lies,
old empty tales, and disappearing acts.
The perfect illusion and blind perception for a weak woman
who trashes herself worth, and encourages men to treat her bad.
As his love expires, she’s back on the flea market.
When a woman loves herself, only one man she’ll love.
A man, who compliments, supports, inspires,
dreams with her, respects and trusts her.
A man who sees a future with her.
A mature man who understands love and pain,
disagreements and faults and the power of forgiveness.
A man who is responsible and appreciates a good woman.
A man who’ll guard her emotions and protect her honor.
That is the lifetime prescription and gift for a woman who loves herself.