You don't have to say the words of love, I will see them in your eyes.

I have been asked what my ideal woman is like and I always answer that she is someone imperfect to most people. I am not interested that you have a flat abdomen or a large set of breasts, much less that you are rich or famous. I will love you with imperfect little details that make you a unique and irreplaceable woman. I believe that almost everything happens for a reason, and the path and moments that both of us have chosen and have lived without knowing each other are taking us to that place where our hearts and souls finally intersect and our bodies will consummate. Call it Karma, call it Chi, call it the universe… I call it GOD. I know what love is and the fuel that makes it burn. It is when your soul touches mine. My soul is a mixture of Black, Hispanic, and White. I am not going to lie to you. I have met a few women with whom I have fallen in love fleetingly, but my heart has never given itself completely. My heart waits for another heart like yours and my Black and Hispanic body hungers for yours. We shouldn’t care about the past we bring because we are focused on these years we have before us, not the past. I still love to hold hands and fondle and kiss… and dancing cheek to cheek to an old romantic song. I love to talk naughty when my lips are close to your ears and our bodies pressed close in the dark.