Trying Out Stories In The Morning

  Trying out stories in the morningTyping away on this ol’ machineThinking of something differentA genius the world’s never seenBut I can’t think of anything greatI guess I’ll get more coffee insteadI hear a whistle from my ladyI guess my love needs me back in bed

There’s A Beautiful Woman I Know

There’s a beautiful woman I knowShe’s waiting for me on the shoreThe letters say she’s been lonelyDon’t want her to feel it anymoreI close my eyes & silently pleadPlease Captain, full steam ahead‘Cause I got a lady back home& She’s waiting for me in our bed

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write

  Stayed up all night trying to write I still can’t get you out of my head Sleep didn’t come easy this night Giving anything to only go to bed The clock ticks past two & three Knowing there’s nothing I’m going to find Off dreaming of nothing, where I want to be Another scotchContinue reading “Stayed Up All Night Trying To Write”

I Saw The Sparkle In Your Eyes

I saw the sparkle in your eyesKnowing you the way I doI hurried to put the girls in bedDesiring quality time with youLosing my shirt on my wayGrowing excited with only thoughtTonight I’m about to be your preyI’m trying to easily get caught

Pushing Away The Storms

      Pushing away the storms Embracing hope of the day Devouring of beloved forms To keep our fears at bay Morning has a profound notion To remain huddled in bed Perpetual passionate motions Sustained until we’re both dead       Image by Daniel Nebreda from Pixabay

Falling In Love Every Morning

  Falling in love every morning Reminders of the Lord’s perfect grace A partner in this shared existence Let me look upon your slumbering face Slipping from the warmth of our bed To chronicle the inspiration found in the night Regeneration of unbridled passion Earnestly dedicating these words that I now write

We’re Doing Our Best

  We’re doing our best Within the grime of the trenches Unfathomable hours away Never enough; turn those wrenches What about those left at home Toiling away within lonely hours Waiting at the foot of the bed Their hearts slowly turing dour But we’ll find a way Surely an answer will come soon Then we’llContinue reading “We’re Doing Our Best”