her fingers dance
over flower petals.

the pinkish hue
slowly turning to red.

as the movement quickens,
her digits dampen.

the soft caressing
escalating to furious fondling.

the sheen of her skin
is bright from the sweat.

angelic moans escape her lips,
and her back arches.

the ****** of the story-
after all, this is what she came for.

how can what feels so heavenly
be considered so unholy?

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

Breathing innocence,
Abandoned and prior pathos.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

Found, was her nest, but
Lost, was the feather who’d brought her.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

An ear nigh my heart,
And a heart I’d thought dead.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest –

And so, let the world be round,
And so let the world be perfect.

I’ve got a little bird sleeping on my chest.

The day you almost died
Was the worst day of my life
I honestly couldn't imagine
if you were no longer my wife

I saw you lying there
Looking so frail and weak
I leaned over your bed
And kissed you on your cheek

The problem was in your lung
Caused by a blood clot
On the other one
There was a little spot

The news was overwhelming
I honestly must say
I fell onto my knees
And I started to pray

I walked into our house
And you were not there
Sat down on our bed
At your picture I did stare

Put my head on your pillow
Eyes started to well
The lingering scent of you
What a wonderful smell

For a couple of days
It was touch and go
I'd be lost without you
This you had to know

After a risky procedure
And medicine you did take
Along with some help from the Lord
The clot it did break

With a new lease on life
A precious second chance
I will shower you with love
and fill your life with romance