Where is That Match?

Oh yes, it has been a little while.
Much has changed....

The last young man is long gone,
Not even in the same city anymore,
Out of site, out of mind.
And I realized that I have never been so not attracted to a man,
As I was this one.

On to another now,
Brown, Loc'd, Tall, Sturdy, Big hands
All that jazz
You know how I like 'em.

and Clever
Boy, is he clever.
Well not really, But he tries.

However, hanging with him,
and other deliciously black men I have noticed
one thing...
And I have one question.
Where the hell is that match?
Where is that fire?
That cool sexy fire, black men have been known for?

I have been surrounded with it my whole life.
My Grandpa, my Brother, my Older un-blood related brother.
They don't have to say much, they just sit there
And you know they are cool-headed, deep but dangerous.
They love their women with a quiet heat and force.
You can feel that strength...

Is it just my family? There is a shortage of these men where I am,
And I am now realizing, I need it. I crave it.
Or they're in hiding.

When I'm with Tall&brown, I feel the heat,
Heat that a fire snuffed has left.
But it's not all the way there.

How do you light it?
What do I do?
I have that fire in me, burning bright.
that quiet fire, even my mama noticed.
But I need that fire from outside too,
So it can grow.

So tell me,
Where is that damn match.

Wish me these men. Wish me something.

P.S
I noticed most of my post are about men.
I think its an addiction.