Exceptional Man

When morning comes, he is next to me

The night before was passion endlessly

Can one so unique give all and more

To me the lady, his love, his whore

The warmth of his body, the courage in his soul

Up close and personal, always in control

Never giving in to societal pressures

The masculine persona, physical treasures

Quiet and reserved, while slumbering in my arms

Cautiously I wake his sleeping giant with my charms

He looks on intensely, correcting me with a glance

But yet he concedes, and allows a free chance

His body temperature rises with every kiss of my lips

Never having to struggle, he controls my swaying hips

Together we ride erotically into the night

Resting now and then, ready for the next flight

I'm flushed with fever, as I continue to give more

His sexuality consumes me, demands never a chore

Your strength, and power, the incredible embrace

My exceptional man, you are the joy upon my face

                                                       For Angel-Angelo...

The Wife Game

Our house is where you cultivated me,

like a new bud growing in a garden.

Laid to waste on a bed of thorns,

you pruned my individuality.

The years swelled up inside of me,

a bulge without name and voice.

A lady in public you requested of me,

never to question, or given a choice.

I relinquished my job to stay at home

to wash your filthy work clothes.

I raised three children, you went out,

night after night with the boys.

I bit my lip and felt it bleed

when mom said you looked too lean.

To dull the pain I tuned her out,

and continued to cook and clean.

I’ve lived inside your dollhouse,

with everything in its space.

Our bedroom now betrays me,

just a whore kept in her place.

I’ve played this game for years now,

just a token on the board of life.

Can’t pass go and the prize I win,

is the bittersweet gift of sacrifice.

A Father's Lament

I miss your pigtails’ dance in sunny skies.

Remember catching you in my strong arms.

You were so frantic, telling me your mitt

was tattered, causing the ball to fall out,

allowing the extra run that beat your team.

I seek solace in that naïveté. 

Today you are a woman on her own.

Despite my ignorance, you continue

to be a much better person than I,

especially, in your mother’s time of need.

In my selfishness, I left without care,

with no preparation or time to plan.

In death there lies finality

of things not done or said. And if I could 

just whisper to you my dear daughter, but

one last thank you, my rest would be peaceful. 

A Love Poem

Each day that goes by,

my lips await your tender kiss.

Every moment that passes,

my body craves your touch.

You’ve enriched my life with things

of which I’ve never known before.

A desire that keeps me guessing

and a longing that never ends.

The strength that you possess

can catch me if I should fall,

and when I’m afraid of what’s inside,

your power deters my fear.

The eyes that keep me wanting,

melt my heart so easily,

and as they gaze into my soul,

there is nothing left to hide.

You calm a restless spirit

once reluctant to submit.

A moment when I am unaware,

the pleasure I alone can give.

In love is where my mind lives

with no locks to stop your way.

So walk right in and stay awhile,

I promise you won’t want to leave.

Fade to Black

The blood red lips enticed me

to kiss, such exquisiteness.

A body of persuasion that

enveloped my very being.

You knew of my desire,

my ever present need,

for in my eyes I only saw

the depth of your soul.

‘Twas in the deep blue skies

the stars shone brightly

because of you.

But alas,

it was unrequited love

that eventually

brought me down

into darkest despair.

Now all I see is your spirit

floating, in the aura

of my doubts and fears.