My Incredible Lover

My incredible lover is not your incredible lover.

He might be the same tall guy, gorgeously dressed, and have a smart sense of humour, but he is not your incredible lover.

My incredible lover might be your favorite guy, he might be awesome at throwing smarty-ass jokes and excellence at talking numbers. He might be good at calculating GDP or blabbering much about given politics, he might be a good sport, and be as dandy as he can be.

My incredible lover is a good, balance companion. He will tell you various interesting stories about days and lullabies about sweet nights. You can find him smoking American cigs or probably with pint of beers. The next morning, you will see him weighing himself with lbs of dumbell and doing bench presses, or simply working his glutes to do pile of squats.

My incredible lover is one fine man. He is the man of his words, he's working on being good at it. He's taking care of the business. He rolls his own dice.


My incredible lover, is my incredible lover.

He might be the same guy who ever called you honey, the same guy who kissed you good nite, said sweet words, promised you the world, the future, yesterday, and the day after.



but after all, my incredible lover is my one and only incredible lover.