Praying for the Thawing

Do you love me?
Will you ever love me?
Or am I destined to a loveless life?
A life where I annoy you each day after day after day.
So what do you say?
Will your frozen heart ever thaw?
Or will it be forever hard and cold?
Forever to be annoyed by me as we grow old.
Do you know that I love you?
Will I ever have and deserve your love?
Or am I destined to a loveless life?
As for me I pray that someday
My prayers for us will be answered
And you'll once again be my loving wife

Loving You With My Eyes

You lay next to me in bed
Probably oblivious
As I make love to you
With my eyes . . .
And so it goes
Most every night
As we lay together
And I adore you
With my eyes . . .
Your skin so soft
Your every curve
Inviting caresses
With my eyes . . .
And with each caress
My love for you grows
As I make love to you
With my eyes . . .

Still Excited After Thirty-Seven Years

It might seem corny
But I'm feeling quite horny
Even after a life's journey
Of being married to you
For thirty-seven years . . .
Yet, the truth should be known
That you make my heart moan
As my love for you has grown
Throughout our marraige
Of thirty-seven years . . .
So what can I say?
Would you like to come play?
Maybe take a roll in the hay?
You know you still excite me
Even after thirty-seven years!

The Women in My Life Who are So Special

Ahhh, the women in my life, they are all so special. Beginning with my wife, what can I say? I love her, but thats no secret. I have been in love with her since I first beheld her beauty and my love for her has never diminished. She has been my life's inspiration and without her I would be nothing. I owe her for everything I have and have accomplished. Wihtout her I am a cifer. The next woman who comes to mind is my beautiful daughter who stole my heart when I first held her in my arms and she looked into my eyes and I saw the reflection of God who she had been with just moments before. I remember that day and how I felt as my gaze darted back and forth between the fragile infant who I held gently and tenderly in my arms and my angel wife who had just given birth. I will always treaure that day and will always treaure my wife and daughter. They are both so precious to me! The next two women are my two mothers. My birth mother and my mother by marriage. I love them both and am thankful for them. My mother gave me life and my mother by marriage gave my wife life. These two mothers are women that I love and are so special to me. I could go on talking about these four wonderful women, but you get the mesaage and most certainly can understand why I love them and why they are so special to me.

Could it be that I'm in Love?

Could it be that I'm in love?
You are never very far from me
Since you are always in my heart
And hardly a minute ever goes by
That you aren't also in my mind
Always a vision of pure beauty
Filling heart and mind with desire
And so it goes, day in and day out
You are never very far from me
Could it be that I'm in love?

I Don't Want to Become a Human Titanic

Welcome to Idaho
Snow and cold one day
Followed by a day of sunshine
And warmth . . .
It is all so curious
Weather and people that is
In the way they can change
From hour to hour
And from day to day
Cold to warm and even hot
The weather and people
Are so much alike
Being cold one day
And then warm the next
All of which leaves me so perplexed
Not knowing from day to day
If you will be warm and pleasant
Like an inviting tropical island
Or be like a frozen iceberg
And sink me and my heart
Causing me to be in a panic
Fearing I may become a human Titanic .

Lusting While You Bathe

I am so full of lust
As I sit here at my desk
While you lay naked
In a warm bath . . .
You relaxing and oblivious
While I conjure images of you
And your naked body
In my lustful mind . . .
And knowing your geography
I close my eyes
Seeing you in your wonderous
And naked beauty . . .
Your twin, perfect breasts
The triangle of your lush garden
And from head to toe
A vision that drives me crazy with desire . . .

Spring is Coming Up Green, Well Almost . . .

Spring has finally sprung
And everything is coming up green
Well, everything but my wallet
But hopes are high that this year
The money tree will sprout green
With a flourish of dead presidents
Adding color to my bank account
In an amount flowing towards
That place called Easy Street
But that probably won't happen
Until the Fat Lady has sung
And we know that if she does sing
It probably won't be this Spring
So everything will be green
Except for my wallet

Hopes and Prayers of Anticipation

Tomorrow you will be home
Causing my heart to beat more rapidly
With anticipation of holding you in my arms
And looking deeply into your eyes as I tell you I love you
While in my heart I will be praying that you will be receptive
And maybe even respond that you love me too . . .
So tonight I will sleep with you and hold you
In a fanciful dream that I hope becomes a reality
And not just another fantasy that plunges me into a deeper depression
Causing my heart to ache because of rejection
But my hope and my prayer is that your manifestation
Will be one of love . . .

Anxiously Contemplating Your Return

A windy and chilly day on the heels of what everyone thought was summer
And so it goes here in Idaho where nothing is ever sure except winter
Yet, even though I am chilled to the bone I have a feeling of warmth inside
As I anxiously contemplate and anticipate your return to our home
Causing my heart to forecast warm and sunny days that will melt the cold
And weld our hearts and souls back together in a love we both dream of

The Lonely Gardener

After work I spent some time in the garden
Digging with my hands in the loamy soil
Feeling its warmth and richness
As it caressed my fingers
All the while thinking of you
And wishing that you were here
By my side as I planted yellow marigolds
And wishing that I could feel your caresses
But knowing that the truth may well be
That you may never caress me again
Leaving me alone in the garden
To care for it in solitude
Watering the garden
With my tears

Gardening

A beautiful springtime day
With warm, sunny rays
Beaming down to the ground
Warming rich, loamy soil
And encouraging toil
As I ready our garden
For springtime seeding
While in my heart
Continuing to cultivate
A crop and harvest
Of love for you