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To my wife
I love you in the morning;
When we wake up for the day,
When you peck me on the cheek,
And the sweet things that you say,
I love you in the evening,
And when it’s time for bed,
I love you when we’re supposed to sleep,
But we talk all night instead.
I love that you are complex,
With many idiosyncrasies,
One day you might be solemn,
The next a naughty tease.
I love you when you’re out of town,
And I am home alone,
I love it when you take the time,
To call me on the phone.
I love you with our children,
They way you nurture our sweet girls,
With near unending patience,
You teach them about the world.
I love you when you’re cooking,
You’re always indulging me,
Whether it’s just sandwiches,
Or some elaborate recipe.
I love you when you give that look,
And I know just what you mean,
When we share a thought as though,
We each have telepathy.
I love you when your naked,
I love your smooth soft curves,
And even after all these years,
It’s on you I love to perve.
I love you when you’re angry,
Even your worst hostility,
You always have my forgiveness,
Although sometimes it scares me.
I love you when you pleasure me,
When you take me in your mouth,
When you gaze up at me seductively,
And make a sexy pout.
I love you when you drink too much,
And your decorum slips away,
Even when you make a scene,
Or hungover the next day.
I love you when you’re happy,
The world becomes a better place,
And your every laugh or smile,
Will cause my pulse to race.
I love you when you’re horny,
When you’re raging with desire,
When you need me deep inside you,
To quench that lusty fire.
I love you when you’re miserable,
Lost in melancholy sorrow,
I will always try to cheer you up,
And be hopeful for tomorrow.
I love you when you dress up,
You have such a classy way,
I love your little black evening gown,
And white sexy lingerie.
I love you when I pleasure you,
I love the taste of your silky folds,
Your musky fleshy flower,
Is a pleasure to behold.
I love you when you leave for work,
I love your practical ponytail,
I admire your dedication to your job,
Whether sunshine, rain or hail.
I love those times I was asleep,
And I woke to your caress,
Or pleasured me with lips and mouth,
With delicate finesse.
I love when you are dancing,
When you move without a care,
When you close your eyes and lose yourself,
And forget the world is even there.
I love you for your principles,
You’re always fair and true,
In every moral quandary,
You know just what to do.
I love you when you’re a deviant,
A hedonistic libertine,
I love you when you indulge,
In the risqué or the obscene.
I love you in those troubled times,
When everything goes wrong,
I love that we stick together,
And bravely soldier on.
I love you in those quiet times,
When it is just you and me,
When we lounge around reading books,
Sipping freshly brewed coffee.
But most of all I just love you,
You are my angel, my shining star,
I think I’ll always love you,
No matter how, or where you are.
Published 15th Dec 2020
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Anonymous
15th Jan 2021 2:04pm
It’s nice to read something so personal to you and your life. I always think that shows the true mark of the person behind the screen.
Thank you for sharing. This was really lovely.
-M
Thank you for sharing. This was really lovely.
-M
19th Jan 2021 7:38am
That was very kind of you to say so, thank you.
I don’t harbor the kind of angst that other poets seem to draw inspiration from, so my poetry tends to be on the lighter side. There are some really great poets here that can somehow turn words on the page into real, raw and visceral emotion. I’m not one of those, but I do enjoy writing anyway.
I don’t harbor the kind of angst that other poets seem to draw inspiration from, so my poetry tends to be on the lighter side. There are some really great poets here that can somehow turn words on the page into real, raw and visceral emotion. I’m not one of those, but I do enjoy writing anyway.
