My Daily Prayer

Every hour of every day
If you listen closely
You could hear me pray
Praying to God to intervene
So that one day you'll love me
And will become my Queen . . .
This is what I pray for
Every night and every day
With hope beyond hope
That one day I'll you you say
That you love me . . .

Gazing At God's Miracle

I gaze upon you
And like a miracle
I change from man
And become a boy
A teenager in fact
Feeling feelings
That only you
In my entire life
Have made me feel
A rebirth of love
That young love
Of a teenager
First gazing
At God's miracle
And that miracle
Has always been
You . . .

Thanking God and Tommy Hilfiger

Your black Tommy Hilfiger jeans
Drive me crazy with desire
Especially when you bend over
And in my mind I become a teenager
Once again lusting after your body
And the sweet contents of those jeans
That fit and hug you like a glove
Causing me to thank Tommy Hilfiger
For creating such sentuous jeans
And to thank God for creating you.

The Slopes of the Tetons and You

This afternoon while skiing the slopes of the Tetons
My thoughts were of the smooth, sentuous-sweet slopes
Of your naked body and your teton-like majestic breasts.
And while my skis expertly caressed the slopes of the Tetons
In my mind I softly caressed your smooth, sentuous-sweet slopes
And the thought of the day that was forever imprinted on my mind
Was an "Ahhh, I could ski these slopes forever and ever . . ."
In the same way that I will love you forever and ever . . .

Tonight When We Made Love . . .

Tonight when we made love
You arched your back
In a way you never have
When we've made love before
Leaving me to love you
And desire you even more
As the visions of tonight
And how you arched your back
Drive me totally crazy
And out of my mind
With love and passion
For you . . .

Dreaming of You and You Know What . . .

Late night TV and a book
Are my ompanions tonight
While you are all alone
Sleeping and dreaming
In our King-sized bed
Of who knows what?
But for me the TV is off
And the book is closed
Because my heart and mind
And soul are with you
In our King-sized bed
Dreaming of you
And you know what . . .

Living In My Dream World

You think I live in my own little world
Are you are most probably right . . .
But I think you are afraid to admit
That you really do truly love me
Am I wrong or am I right?
Yet, I know on this topic
I could easily be wrong
Though my only desire
Is to just be yours and belong
To no one else but you.
So until you tell me
Just how I fit in your life
I'll continue to live and dream
Inside my own little world
Cherishing you as my wife.

Dreams of Your Whispers

My restless mind
Just won't shut down
As I sit here writing
With visions of you
In my every thought
While you lay sleeping
In the other room
Oblivious to me
And my dreams of you
Holding me tight
Whispering in my ears
That you love me . . .
So, here I sit writing
While dreaming
With eyes wide open
Vividly seeing you
In my mind's eye
Sleeping with me
And holding me tight
Whispering in my ears
That you love me . . .

My Place

I'm back
But let it be known
That I've never left
My place being here
With my life's love
You . . .
And here I'll stay
Where heart and mind
Think only of you
Day and Night
My place being here
With you . . .

I'm Back with Pen in Hand

I'm back again
With pen in hand
After a long silence
And a heavy load
Carried over months
Of not knowing
If you love me
Or not . . .
Such thoughts
Weighing me down
Keeping me in knots
With deep worry
Carried over months
Of not knowing
If you love me
Or not . . .
But I'm back
Right on track
Thoughts of you
Always with me
Having never left
Carried over years
Knowing I love you
Like I always have
And always will . . .

Like Before . . .

I've been silent for much too long
Yet, in my heart and mind
The poetry has been constant
In my heart, mind, and soul
Winning your heart and your love
As always, has been my only goal.
But you too have been silent
Although in a different way
Leaving me to wonder
From day to day
If there is a place for me
In your heart and life
Leaving me to wonder
If you even want to be my wife.
Yet, you haven't been mean
Or said anything cruel
Leaving me to wonder
And even have hope
That maybe in time
Your heart will open
And once more
You will love me
Like you did before . . .