Desires Within Me to Garden With You

Today, I watched you
From the kitchen window
As you were bending over
To pluck a weed from the garden
My heart skipping at least a dozen beats
Your heart shaped bottom sending me messages
My mind conjuring up scenarios of love making
And desires within me to do some gardening of my own
The type of gardening that can't be done alone . . .

Each Day I Tell You that I Love You

Each day I tell you
That I love you
Many times each day
And yet I wonder
If I tell you enough
Because in my mind
In the way I think
It is impossible
Absolutely impossible
To tell you enough times
In a single day
Just how much
I love you . . .
And I do
Love You, I do

As The Sun Begins to Set

As the sun begins to set
My thoughts and mind
Begin to wander
Over yonder
To our boudoir
And our king size bed
Just you and me
Me and you
Kissing
Holding
Touching
Exploring
Then ecstasy
Dreams coming true
You and I together
In a loving union
A communion
Of love
All as the sun
Begins to set

Everyday A Dream of You

Everyday I dream
Dreaming dreams
Of happiness
Dreaming dreams
Of You
And so it goes
Everyday a dream
A dream of You . . .

This Year's Garden

With good weather finally here
Today was a great day
To begin this year's garden
Preparing the loamy, rich soil
For the Zuchinni and Yellow Squash
Peppers, Spinach, and Cherry Tomatoes
And some sunny Brown Eyed Susans
To border the garden
And to remind me of you . . .

The Best Birthday Present Ever

Another Birthday, another year older
Although I don't feel any different
Than I did yesterday or even last year
Unless of course I look into a mirror
Then I come to a cold realization
That I am getting older, even aging
My youth no longer is fleeting
Having "fleeted" long, long ago
Yet, in my mind I still feel twenty
Loving and wanting you more than ever
Just like when we first met . . .
So when you looked into my eyes today
And sang our special birthday song to me
I could feel you love and see it in your eyes
And when you smiled and said you love me
You stole my heart all over again
Giving me the best birthday present ever

Making Love to You in My Mind

Laying in bed, so very tired
Even tired beyond being tired
So tired that I can't sleep
Yet, I lay awake, next to you
Yearning to hold you close
And make love to you in the night
But not wanting to wake you
I choose instead to make love to you
In my mind . . .

Betwixted Thy Breast

To lay my head betwixted thy breast
Is for me the purest delight
Be it by day or on romantic night
Then to kiss each breast
With full mouth and tongue
Our night of love has just begun
All this and more all beginning
With laying my head betwixted thy breast

A Worship Service

There isn' a single part of you
That I don't daily worship
Some days it is your lips
And quite often your hips
But tonight as we kissed
Our nightly goodnight kiss
It was your cleavage
That I glimpsed . . .
Ah, your wonderful cleavage!
And my worship service had begun . . .

You Are My Physician, You Have the Cure

My wife, my darling
My Goddess so pure
My life's physician
For all that ails me
You hold the cure
You are the one
The only one
You have the power
You are in my mind
And in my heart
Every minute
And every hour
The cure you hold
Is from your heart
It makes me bold
It makes me whole
And just like a thief
It was my heart
You stole
And now you have it
I am in your care
The cure you have
A true love
To share
And as my physician
My wife, my darling
My Goddess so pure
For all that ails me
You have the cure

You Excite Me

My dear, my lover
My wife
You excite me
And with each day
You excite me more
And more and more
With each passing day
Excited I am
By your eyes
So deep and brown
And enviting
As they invite me
To explore
Your every excitement
From your head
To your toes
And back again
And everything
In between
Like the game
Of head, shoulders
Knees and toes
And of course
Eyes, mouth
Lips and nose
Along with breasts
Navel and waist
Back to your lips
I love the taste
And when making love
My excitement grows
Beyond any excitement
I could ever know
Yes, my dear, my lover
My wife
You excite me . . .

There Are Times

There are times
In the middle of the night
When I feel totally caught
Between being sound asleep
Dreaming romantic dreams of you
And just laying there next to you
Wide awake and making love to you
In my mind . . .