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Sending Bat Signal
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
― Bob Marley
I need the kind of love that makes me want to grab the stars and pull them down for just him
I am lonely, but not lonely for just some “man”
I am in search of this man that makes me want to shout “Superman”
But can chill with him, like he was an average “Clark Kent”
I want a man, who when he leaves, it was nothing but time well spent
I need that kind of man that doesn’t lie
And damn sometimes the truth hurts
But after he would be there to suck all my cries
I want a man that can make love and fuck
I need a man who is different to his very core
Who is spiritual and free
Who will take my hand and just walk side by side with me
I keep finding these individual prizes in different men, but I just need the one
The one who will fly amongst the stars and burn brighter than the sun
I need a man who can sit upon thrones amongst the Kings
Yet make me laugh, like he was the court jester juggling his rings
I want the kind of man, who see’s me reaching for the door
And will drag my ass down and fuck me, right there, on the floor
I am the temple, I am waiting for the high priest to enter
Buy some space in my heart, and not be just some damn renter
I want to love, laugh, and grow together
I need to look at him and feel my panties getting wetter
I wouldn’t even mind the “Hulk” with his geeky “Bruce Banner”
As long as he could rock it with his bed side manner
We can start off as friends, no need to rush I’ll be the Alfred to your Bruce Wayne
Take it slow, build a foundation, let cupid’s arrow take aim
Together we can take the earth, like it was Gotham city
Rule the world together, like it was a rap game, and we was P. Diddy
Be a Jay Z and Beyonce, ride or die
And when he lays it on me, I would scream my oh my
Searching for the Superman to my Lois Lane
I hope I am not passing up the right fellow, because I am waiting in vain
Don’t worry I am not seeking perfection
Just a femme fatale heroine searching for a hand to ass connection
Mixed with lots of love and some deep affection
― Bob Marley
I need the kind of love that makes me want to grab the stars and pull them down for just him
I am lonely, but not lonely for just some “man”
I am in search of this man that makes me want to shout “Superman”
But can chill with him, like he was an average “Clark Kent”
I want a man, who when he leaves, it was nothing but time well spent
I need that kind of man that doesn’t lie
And damn sometimes the truth hurts
But after he would be there to suck all my cries
I want a man that can make love and fuck
I need a man who is different to his very core
Who is spiritual and free
Who will take my hand and just walk side by side with me
I keep finding these individual prizes in different men, but I just need the one
The one who will fly amongst the stars and burn brighter than the sun
I need a man who can sit upon thrones amongst the Kings
Yet make me laugh, like he was the court jester juggling his rings
I want the kind of man, who see’s me reaching for the door
And will drag my ass down and fuck me, right there, on the floor
I am the temple, I am waiting for the high priest to enter
Buy some space in my heart, and not be just some damn renter
I want to love, laugh, and grow together
I need to look at him and feel my panties getting wetter
I wouldn’t even mind the “Hulk” with his geeky “Bruce Banner”
As long as he could rock it with his bed side manner
We can start off as friends, no need to rush I’ll be the Alfred to your Bruce Wayne
Take it slow, build a foundation, let cupid’s arrow take aim
Together we can take the earth, like it was Gotham city
Rule the world together, like it was a rap game, and we was P. Diddy
Be a Jay Z and Beyonce, ride or die
And when he lays it on me, I would scream my oh my
Searching for the Superman to my Lois Lane
I hope I am not passing up the right fellow, because I am waiting in vain
Don’t worry I am not seeking perfection
Just a femme fatale heroine searching for a hand to ass connection
Mixed with lots of love and some deep affection
Published 10th Feb 2017
| Edited 13th Feb 2017
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11th Feb 2017 4:30pm
I'm loving all the Marvel character metaphors...Clark Kent, Hulk/Bruce Banner, Lois Lane...this is an awesome piece. Really enjoy reading your work
13th Feb 2017 1:32pm
11th Feb 2017 8:03pm
I really enjoyed reading this out loud and understood its sentiment. The only part I really tripped in was this one:
And damn sometimes time truth hurts
I'm unsure about "time". Did you mean time's? Or was it an accidental echo of 'some"times"? Or did auto correct change 'the' to "time"?
That you're sending out the signal (aka vibration) can only mean what you are seeking is seeking you (Rumi). If it did not exist you would not desire it. Therefore it exists. I think we each come to a point in our lives (or those who aren't afraid of being alone) that we'd rather be just that, i.e. - alone, than settle for less than what our heart knows is truth.
And damn sometimes time truth hurts
I'm unsure about "time". Did you mean time's? Or was it an accidental echo of 'some"times"? Or did auto correct change 'the' to "time"?
That you're sending out the signal (aka vibration) can only mean what you are seeking is seeking you (Rumi). If it did not exist you would not desire it. Therefore it exists. I think we each come to a point in our lives (or those who aren't afraid of being alone) that we'd rather be just that, i.e. - alone, than settle for less than what our heart knows is truth.
13th Feb 2017 1:32pm
Hey, thanks for feedback, it was just a typo, and I fixed. thank you I hadn't seen seen it before.
4th Apr 2018 10:11pm
This is quite a lofty job description. I'm sure he's out there looking down on you from some skyscraper promontory. I enjoyed this piece...brava!
