He is...

He is that passion behind the purpose that fuels my fire. He is that fresh breath of air in a polluted and over-populated, bustlin' city. He is that comfort that I find when my mind is racing with anxiety. He is that strong arm used to hold me and shield me from the weight that I carry.

You see, he is that "Perfected List" of a man I've made. He is that cool sip of lemonade on a hot summer day. He knows how to touch me and when to touch me and where to touch me without even physically touching me. He is that man that believes I'm the supermodel with my hair wrapped late at night. He is that best friend who talks me through the highs and lows of my life.

He is that lover that I need and the one I've desired and wanted. He is that intimate dwelling. He brings forth love inside of me that I never knew could even reside in me. He makes me want to question how I could even love before. He is so loving and delicate with my feelings and heart yet so strong and passionate....He is that one who has that "whip appeal." The way he moans my name and touches my skin and sets it to flames...whew, that man right there....He is....

He is.....well, he is.....oh snap, he is....

He is the fragment of a sentence b/c I will never have a complete thought of what he is. You see if I had a complete thought, I'd box him into one thing and he's never just been one thing. He is a complete thought of something that I can't formulate at the time b/c for each time, he's been a something different bc what I need isn't going to be consistent. So he takes on that fragment sentence of "He Is..." You see, whatever I fill in the blanks, HE IS....