I Desire

I want you, it's plain to see,
Do you also long for me?

How much more must I explore?
It's rather obvious I want more.

I look in your eyes and see no lies,
No reason for our feelings to hide.

It's clear, I'm hot and bothered for you;
Can't sit still, what am I to do?

I like what I unmistakably see
And I like the way you're looking at me.

If your looking for a wild ride
I'm willing and ready to satisfy.

I can help you with your desires
As you passionatly feed my fires.

Don't mean to put on an exhibition
But you make me lose my inhibitions.

Can hardly stand the anticipation
Waiting for the ecstasy and elation.

I've tossed aside all means and reason,
Come on and quit your teasing.

Your stunts and tricks consuming me,
Bringing me down to bended knee.

Pressing my hand upon your thigh,
You feel my fingers stroke inside.

Spread your legs in invitation
For our physical consummation.

Our hormones jumping and endorphins pumping,
Hot hips thrusting and hungry groins grinding.

Together we unload,
Entwined we explode.

Our bodies collapsed in a tangled heap,
Wrapped together in deep pleasant sleep.

In Each Of My Daughter's Eyes

In each of my daughter's eyes
I see life and love truly shine.
I see emotions and spirits expressed
In all shades of brown unrepressed.

From the moment each was born
And when they first opened them to the world;
From their very first inquiring gaze,
At my girls eyes I am still amazed.

In Victoria's I see her mother,
Her brown eyes a mirror image.
They look and act as one, the same;
Unmistakably her mother's daughter.

Judith's eyes reflect my grandmother's,
Her sweet look and tenderness like no other.
A simple wisdom flowing
With a certain truth and sincerity.

Stephanie's are the unquenchable fire,
Free and untamed, her eyes alive
With the intensity of her parent's passions
And fervor, hungry and ablaze.

Somewhere there resides
In my daughter's eyes,
Some of their father's reflection
And vision and affection.

Mostly I will find something else,
Something better, something other.
I'll find a truth of their selves
In each of my daughter's eyes.

Brothers And Sister

We're brothers and we are
Our father's sons despite ourselves
And our own paths and ways.

In this world, we're all
We'll ever truly have, so our
Grandfather used to say.

Uniquely ourselves, we're
Each our own man, mind,
Body, and spirit.

We're our mother's pride and joy,
Crowned by the jewel of
Our one and only sister.

Our lives seem separate, yet are intertwined,
Our separate homes our own yet each
Others; we're there for one another.

In the end after all is said and done,
Through life and the world and all,
We'll have only each other and God.

Mark

He's my brother and we are our
Father's sons and Mark is a
Better man than I, it's true.

If he should need something, anything,
He knows I'm right next door. We're all we'll
Have in this world, just like our grandfather said.

Because God radiates from within him, from
Deep in his spirit, Mark doesn't go to church
On Sunday, just visits them from time to time.

His music emanates from within him,
His essence flows from his guitar and
From the profound depths of his soul.

The house we grew up in, his now and although
Seemingly empty, it's full of a love he
Keeps burning. Just like our mother taught us.

No wife or children of his own and
No responsibility but himself; Mark's
Life is rich with his family and his friends.

We're each other's blessing, Mark and Becky,
Our sister, and I. We're all we'll need
To face life and this world together.