stasi and the city

some time ago i penned a “rant” that was a collection of every man i’d ever: met, liked, loved, lusted, pined for and could not stand the sight of any longer…i titled it “the fantasy”…shamrock so eloquently retitled it more appropriately “stasi’s MANifesto” (<-for chris)

recently, i’ve had some love-life changing events that have prompted a new “rant” out of me…the only catch is, i’m not telling whether the inspiration this time is live, or is it memorex…?

MANifesto vs. 1.2

his hands read my body like I’m written in Braille…his arms can hold the weight of all my problems…the crevice of his neck was molded for my nose to rest under…he pretends to let me win…he makes me feel important to him in ways only he knows I will understand…his bright eyes light up the darkest of places inside of me…he remembers the little things…the little things are our best memories…his passion is never orchestrated…he knows all my hot buttons, both intimately and conversationally…he makes fun of me only to set himself up for the comeback…he’ll martyr his heart to save my feelings…his unrequited love is never left “as is”, but “to be cont.”…he’s a sore loser and a gloating winner, but always my biggest cheerleader…his kisses tattoo my skin…his ghosts chase away my demons…our first kiss still lingers and is never matched, not even between the two of us…his body against me in my bed shields me from my nightmares…he comes by his chivalry honestly and without expectation…he chooses for me and its always the right choice…he laughs at me when i’m not around…he never makes me feel any less that desired…he admires the things in me that no one else has ever taken notice of…he gives me gold stars even when i only made half the effort…he takes over, but brings me along…he still courts me long after jury has gone home…he only judges my choices, not what i choose to do with them…he cushions my falling for him…he reads my mind and dog ears his favorite pages…he’s breakable, but can be mended…his life story is still in the first draft…our private jokes can be told with only a look…he’s got jokes…he gets me going…he gets to me…

spanks for playing.

xoxo, stasi