Coffee: the best you can find at the ghetto 3rd St. grocer  
I smoked half your ciggs one day because I had spent all my money making sure we had the best breakfast coffee and cream. It was worth it to see the corners of your lips turn into that mug; steam rising into your morning face, and hear the sigh of comfort. I dont settle for less now.
Nothing like that first sip
You said

Bleach: I awaited your arrival like a sentry awaiting relief. The gallons of bleach I poured into the tub and sinks. If only they could shine like you. This home would be a palace when you arrived,always.

The house looks great!
You said

Beer: There will always be one for you in my fridge…I spent countless hours standing in line to fill the drawer; where vegetables would live in most homes, with brews of taste and supplement. Or at least they get you drunk. To see the glimmer in your wild Irish eyes and take the edge off the struggle.

Awesome, Ill get you one too.
You said

Bacon: because its bacon. 2 hours of cooking. A full spread with pancakes and mimosas to lift your sleepy head. Fruit and the fluffiest scrambled eggs. I was blissful watching you fill your plate and belly, caring not for my own comfort but to fill your soul with love.

Did you eat yet, get some food.
You said

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*Fingers wrapped around smooth contours,
chilled perspiration beads as
transparent affections slowly pour
Tenderly caressing your silken neck,
whispering over ice glistened visions
Tempting a desperate taste,
silently teasing my undying thirst
Drenching these quivering lips,
coated with intoxicating flavor
Warming from the inside out,
fueling the fires of my imagination
Blurring my sight of exotic beauty,
as we become one this lonely night
Falling deeply in the seduction
with inebriated tears staining my cheeks,
facing solitude in the spinning darkness,
realizing(once again) in this drunken stupor
of broken hearts and shattered bottles -
even the best ***** will not
help me forget you

Shaded woods between our houses;
You run to me and I to you.
Your father’s dapper blue suit;
My mother’s pearls.
Delicate lady lace and feathers.
Your freckles stand out under this
Waning summer moon.
Shall I know love this night?
Or is it still too soon?
Your hands lower me down onto
Her sea stained bow.
The smell of bog and salt hang in the air
Oppressing my youthful lung.
Shove off......
From the furrow,
To the silver sea.
Where is this you intend to take me?
Gentle lapping of the blacked
Tide is the only voice I hear.
I feel you glance my way,
Through the strands of auburn hair
Tousled round my face.