The man I'm in love with

 I'm in love with an unmade bed of a man, 
that I'm not even sure that he exists
though I know he is out there far away
in this strange world of turns and twists

He's a man that still has got a child inside
As pure as snow and his skin so white

I'm in love with a ragged hair of a man,
his face so naive and his cleft chin
delighted by his plump cherry lips
I bet they're even sexier when he sips 

He's the man that I absolutely adore
But I know he isn't just one for sure