Toys are broken, now back to school.
Christmas is over, mom said that’s cool.
She rushed our breakfast packing our lunch.
My brother made faces, I gave him a punch.
He threw a banana, it hit mom’s head.
She spilled the milk, her face turned red.
Our dog ran in to save the day.
He licked up the milk and wanted to play.
We gave him some scratches and a treat.
Then mom tied shoes too tight on our feet.
We put on our hats, mittens and coats.
Mom packed our bags with books and notes.
We walked to the bus stop to meet our friends.
The bus pulled up and our vacation now ends.
The parents all smiled and waved goodbye.
Then home they went for some needed shut-eye.
While watching TV like a slouch,
love can be made on the couch.
Or while eating tacos in candlelight,
or an extra kiss when saying goodnight.
Bad breath be damned, it’s the sunrise,
I kiss her cheeks till she opens her eyes.
Good morning’s shared and our day’s begun.
We need no plans cos everything’s fun.
We’ll relax in PJ’s, our hair a mess;
we’ll sip some coffee until we dress.
Smiles are traded with every glance.
But I smile less when she puts on her pants.
Laughter’s abundant with the joy we’ve found.
Our harmony’s felt with every sound.
Yes, love can be made most anywhere.
Just two things needed then blended with care.
Waking to your eyes, your lips I can’t ignore.
We hold each other tightly, our love we can be sure.
Inspired with excitement of making love with you,
our passionate embraces are all I wish to do.
Our climax is explosive, a rest then we’ll take.
We’ll whisper, laugh and caress till again love we’ll make.
Bodies now exhausted, our minds still on high,
we’ll float downstairs together to greet the morning sky.
Coffee then is shared and we’ll plan our busy day.
Our thoughts are always sunny even when it’s gray.
Hands we’ll hold on our walk, the future now in view.
Bliss we’ll share every day, together; me and you.
I like to write lots of stuff but I don’t know why.
And I’ll probably keep doing it until the day I die.
I write a little something almost every day,
but if I never make a dime that’s still OK.
I wake up early everyday right around sunrise.
I guzzle morning coffee to open up my eyes.
And when the kitchen’s lit up bright,
out comes my notebook then I start to write.
I never know where I’ll go or if I’ll go at all.
There’s a chance I’ll draw a blank but that chance is small.
Pages now fill my desk and the pile’s getting high.
But that’s a poem for another day, so for now goodbye.
Nights of passion, mornings of bliss,
sparks reignited with another warm kiss.
Sunlight beams through winter skies.
The heat is felt in loving eyes.
The day then begins skin to skin.
Temperature’s rising from within.
Whispers welcome our plan for the day.
The outside’s cold so cuddled we’ll stay.
Hours pass with laughter and love.
The sun now glows from high above.
With one more kiss we’ll both then rise.
The sunset awaits and perhaps a surprise.
In love we’ve fallen and we’re in deep.
I dream of you while you watch me sleep.
Nightmares now in the past, our future’s now in view.
My eyes now wide open, each day I wake with you.
Time once again for your morning hello.
This poem’s for you so my feelings you’ll now.
I rhyme for you to show my love is true.
And I’ll show this love every day anew.
I woke today the sky was gray,
not a speck of blue in sight.
Plans may change or rearrange,
though together the day’s bright.
The sun will set with no regret,
and in your eyes I’ll see starlight.
Evening embraced with you I’m graced,
till dreams follow of our day’s delight.
Morning’s here, no words in view.
Though the day’s young and I’ll think of you.
Thinking of you and the things we do.
Not just sneaking kisses but other things too.
Ocean breezes howl, the seagulls soar.
Frigid waves crash on the rocky shore.
Yet the morning mist rises above it all.
And foggy eyes see everything’s small.