That time for announcing a thankful heart
Admittedly, I’m luckier than I could know
I’m grateful for a cozy home to return to
She’s statuesque; putting on a show
A very fine ensemble with cleavage peeking
I can tell they’re lonely, in need of my kisses
Alas, it’s not the time for anything more
She’s busy, my housewife, my missus
But up her shirt I slowly slither
This wasn’t the next task she had planned
But it’s rather chilly outside
How else shall I warm my cold hands
Trading euphemisms in the dark
Blankets piled high on the bed
Finding warmth between ourselves
Love inhabits where fear can’t tread
Sheets getting tangled in our bodies
Chorus of breathing getting thick
Cherishing & celebrating each moment
Grateful she still let’s me dip my wick
She wasn’t fazed by them looking at her. She had become used to it after the years. At first, it made her uncomfortable, but now she didn’t mind. It would be a stretch to say she enjoyed the leers, but she still remembered the times when no one wanted to stare at her. She was tall & awkward, slightly geeky despite being close to thirty.
I didn’t care about any of it. I didn’t listen to the buzz surrounding me. I could see her & enjoyed what I saw. The whispered comments from the corners of the room & the crass locker room talk could not destroy what I thought was special.
Society has an infectious need to tear down anything positive. It locks in on it & crushes it out of envy, misunderstanding & pure unadulterated spite. Individual persons can be trusted. People are evil. You can never be sure that groups of three or more won’t try to rip you apart.
“Excuse me.” She smiled her demure, yet encouraging smile. I held my coffee high over her head. I didn’t want to spill as she passed by me. It was a tight squeeze, though it wasn’t mandatory she come as close as she did. Her hands on my hips as she shuffled by was definitely an extra bit she threw in.
It lasted for mere seconds, but I never let that memory leave me. A twinkle came to my eye whenever I thought of her. An innocent moment filled with the possibility of so much more. You have to be grateful for these moments. They remind you that you are alive.
Springtime popping outside
Listening to my Celtic tunes
Grateful for a house to clean
Reports of rain coming soon
Darling damsels at my feet
Enjoying these warmer days
Dancing with pointed toes
Laughing as we let the bagpipes play
I feel tension running through my veins
Trying my best to control everything in my realm
Though I know I lost my rudder some ways back
Drifting at sea with a useless helm
This frustration trying to overtake my life
Searching everywhere for something to guide
Been far too long since I tossed out my anchor
Need to seek forgiveness & be grateful for the Lord at my side