That's my type

Don't want to specify, but if I must, what I like is...

A man who is

older, preferably by

10 years, mature

and sweet

hot, dog, that's my type!

A man with a dry

sense of humour

and a foul mouth

which makes heads turn

good, god, that's my type!

I'm not asking for much

physically, I don't care

f**k if you have no hair

if I laugh, then I'm there

Thug or sweetheart

rain or sleet

Gulag or prison

you're the one for me!

You have to be

serious

but only sometimes

in private, though

your humour is mine, 

I don't care what race

what place or time

I don't care 'bout face

or waist or crimes.

I don't care if your 

rich or broke

or poor or a bloke

But there is something

you must have, no matter

what, you must be a freak,

I'm talkin' s**t,

completely and utterly at

your command, if you have

all that, well  you know where

I stand, so if you are out

there my soul mate,

here I am, where I'll wait

24/7, yes it's true...

A match made in heaven are me and you!

Author's Note

I had fun writing this, feel like I need some time of comic relief, if anyone comes to my page they might shed a tear my writing is so sad