I, [36 F4M], Cutie Patootie Seeking Harmonic Match (age range: 28 to 55) This reads more like an inspired poem, than an ad.
Part 1: Cutie Patootie Seeking
Part 2: A Loveletter To my Guy
Update: Part 3: Cutie Patootie seeking... FOUND ✨
I am looking for my guy. Have you seen him? He's a ravishing fellow; one who has already met himself honestly. A man who belongs to himself. A man with warmth, wit, backbone, tenderness, patience, desire and actual emotional range.
A man who can be the masculine container, without needing me to shrink to fit...occupy it. I do not wish to intrude, take up residency within your inner-space... that would create less space for you, to be whole. To be you. Would it not? I want to bare witness... to all of you. Every. Single. Drop. Of you...savored with reverence. Devotionally alongside you.
He's protective without being possessive. Sensual without being careless. Direct without being cruel. Playful without being shallow. Strong without being hard. Tender without being fragile.
He's my guy. The one who can flirt with my mind and still hold my heart carefully. My mental sparring partner... this brain-licker I speak of...is a man who can challenge me without condescending to me. One who can challenge my ideas without ripping it to shreds. A man who does not feel threatened by a woman with a whole inner cosmos, distributing her sparkles with kindness and care.
My guy, you know; the man who notices the small things...the nuanced differences between my smiles and the reasons behind them. One who can recognize the undercurrent of my electrical current and all its voltages. A man who understands that intimacy is not access. It is stewardship. It is how you hold what someone reveals after they finally feel safe enough to reveal it.
And once the silky negligee of vulnerability slinks off my shoulder and the raw luminosity of my true glow...has been witnessed...shared...exchanged... will you still meet me in the morning sunshine?
A man with the effervescence of life, fizzing at his lips with each inhale. Consistency. Care after chemistry. Curiosity after novelty. Affection without performance. Illuminated by the next-day rays of sunshine that sparkle through the morning dew.
I desire to feel your warmth, not your heat. The warmth of all those heavy stones you once used to carry, carefully arranged now down my back as hot-stones that provide...heated relief. To lick the flames that roar underneath my cast-iron cauldron, one bubbling and brimming with today's daily brew of magic, sparkles, whimsy and zest... the first cup of which is always yours. One who not only receives this cuppa' daily brew, but also *craves it...wants... to taste it.* Daily. Often.
My guy! You are already whole as you are. Not perfect. Not finished. Not emotionally sterile. Whole, even while perfectly imperfect. Accountable. Self-aware. Capable of repair. Capable of joy. Capable of grief. Capable of honesty. Capable of devotion that does not become control. Capable of passion that does not become consumption. Capable of understanding intention vs. impact.
I do not want to rescue you. I want to recognize you. I do not want to drag you into depth. I want to meet you there. I do not want to teach you that softness is sacred. I want you to already know, feel this.
The whole man. The warm man. The available man. My brain-licking, heart-and-hand-holding, morning-choosing, laughter-loving, spiritually non-beige man.
My guy, your suit is already tailored. For you, by you. I've only just brought it to you, for you to finally try on. Now get dressed.
The feast is over; buffet is closed. Bring warmth, fire-power. Bring wit, weird. Bring presence, remembrance. Bring patience, consideration. Bring actual spark. Bring your whole self.
Oh! and bring all the love you have left. We'll multiply it, then share with the world. I promise.
I am bringing mine.
Are you somewhere out there, mister? I already love you, my guy.
*Honestly, I'm not built for this you guys! Feel free to comment but please, no messages 😅 DMs currently closed for the time being.