Man Mold

Current Mood:  Loved

If I could take a handful of clay

 and make for myself the man of my dreams,

I'd work, mold and shape all day

 so not a thread could be found in the seams.

I would blow the essence of life

 into each breath-taking lung,

I'd give him the looks of a god

and he would outshine the rising sun.

He would have long and flowing hair

 that would glisten like a rainbow,

And everyone would have to stop and stare

amazed at the source of the glow.

I'd use diamonds for his eyes

that would sparkle only for me,

And you'd probably find it no surprise

he'd be quite the specimen to see.

His lips would be made of precious silk

that would be the best I could possibly find,

When I kised them they'd be soft and sweet

like honey-drenched marshmellows and chocolate combined.

I would make his skin so soft to touch

 and gentle as a warm nights breeze,

And when it came to his wants

 he'd not be difficult to please.

His heart would be made of solid gold

I could never use copper or brass,

And when he walked across the room

 It'd appear as if he was gliding on glass.

Even if I could mold this clay just right

and did the very best I could do,

I could work so hard day and night

and never make a man as perfect as you.

You could offer me pearls, silver, and priceless treasures

 and give me land from shore to shore,

But the riches in your eyes are without measure

I could live the rest of my days, never wanting more.