His Type ..................

A player
His always been a player
Not the ‘I have a girl on the side type’ or the ‘I kissed a girl in the pub’ type
But his the ‘I’m seeing four chicks and I don’t care if they all know’ player
His the type that will buy you diamond rings or fancy cars
Then claim what you had was just a fling, what did you think it was type
He’s the type of player that would take you places, both in and out of bed ;-)
Fancy restaurants, midweek breaks to France, the type that wouldn’t think twice about an expensive cruise to the Bahamas,
Yet never take you across the road to meet his mama, his sisters or just spend time with his closest friends
His the type that will kit out your closet, in Gucci and Prada, and Balenciaga bags yet keep you firmly hidden in his closet in case one of his chicks got to know…
His the spontaneous, type the romantic type,
The no strings attached type, the type that will take you to the moon and back, plus make you laugh as you orbit through space.
His the sensual type
His the handsome type, the dishy type, the eligible bachelor, the one who would wow the crowd if he turned up at the party coz his the type that would guarantee you Halle Berry lookalike babies.
But he is also the type, that wouldn’t think twice to add another sista to his harem, or drop you like you’re hot if you ever lose your appeal, gain a few pounds or ask for commitment.
His the sensual type, the ten orgasms a night type fella,
But Im not convinced he is the type that would cry with you if your mama died or spend the night at your hospital bed.
His the type that would know all the right things to say, yet never ask after your well being or take walks in the rain in case his Gucci loafers got ruined.
For years his pursued me, for years I’ve said no
He backed off a little when YT was there, but now that he knows DM is single and there is the potential to mingle,
His brought back the battle full throttle,
With flowers and candy and a charge account at Prada
His phoned and his texted, his planned to woe me and dine me
Is it his ego that couldn’t take no for an answer
Or he means what he says; when he says I’m the one?
I must admit my flesh is tempted, it’s been February gone since my flame was last ignited
But he is also the type that you would take to the GUM clinic before you could even contemplate hitting the sack.
Yesterday his texted me, gave me a final ultimatum,
He needs to know where I stand, for ‘although he loves me’ (so he says) he cant keep hanging indefinitely…..he needs to know needs answers today…
(I bet the chase is getting too long and expensive, his wallet starting to slim down a bit, after all Prada, Balenciaga and Gucci aren’t free)
He says his ready to embrace commitment, He says he has changed, he says …..
Actually he says a lot of Bull if you ask me.
His that type
A player
The type that would perfectly take care of my short term needs,
Whilst with the force of a nuclear bomb destroy all my long term goals and leave a crater where once my heart had rested.
I’m just not ready, what with YT saga and all,
To risk my heart, to take off sprinting right in the arms of danger code red
So I texted him back an hour ago, the usual answer as always a big bold No.
I said good luck in finding the one
For whilst I could do with the attention,
The Gucci and the Prada
The 10 orgasms and the trips to the Bahamas
The wining and dining…….
His a player
His always been a player
And sadly his type
The player type
Has never been and never will be
Miss DM’s TYPE!!!!!!!!