Day 77

Got caught up watching a documentary on homelessness in Nashville on public television and garnered a little inspiration:

You're the drug I've been looking for,
The one that grips my soul,
Keeps me on a high,
Leaving me wanting more.

I've become an addict,
You are a habit I just can't shake.
I'm living on the edge,
Past the point of no return.

If you were illegal,
I would still find a way to get my fix.
I can't survive without you,
Nor am I willing to give it a try.

Quitting now would leave me empty,
Withdrawals would be unbearable.
I'm much better off with this dependence,
I'd even settle for an overdose.

Day 76

I'm a scared little boy,

Hiding under my covers.
The creaks and cracks of this old house,
Leave me trembling in fear.

I hear a voice down the hall,
But I live here alone.
It seem to be heading this way,
Slowly creeping, ready to slip in my bed.

I feel a cold chill run up my spine,
A human hand pricking my skin.
Hairs on my neck stands up straight,
I begin to sweat and shake.

A voice whispers "I made you coffee,"
A calm comes over me.
It's my baby, she got up early,
Brought me breakfast in bed.

What a sweetheart she is,
I am a lucky man.
Always thinking of me,
Letting me give her all the love I have.

Day 75

Listen to the birds,
The love songs they sing,
Flying freely, just air beneath their wings.

Watch the trees sway in the wind,
Just blooming with little green buds up high,
Stretching their limbs towards the sky.

Feel the warmth of the sun,
Its rays beating down of your face,
Replacing cold with a shadow trace.

Smell the flowers growing nearby,
Purple and yellow, lined up in a row,
Bend down, let their aroma fill your nose.

Lay down in the grass,
Look up at the shapes of the clouds,
Passing over blue sky, like a mysterious shroud.

Everything is coming back to life,
Spring is a beautiful time of year,
If only the one I love was here to share.

Day 74

Beneath my skin,
Beneath this flesh and bone,
Lie a mass of red muscle,
Beating rapidly,
Pumping blood through my veins.

This thing we call a heart,
It beats all day long,
With each one, it calls your name,
Yearning to be pulled closer,
So close, you can feel its power.

Inside your chest,
Through your rib cage,
Lies you own burning mass,
Beating in sync with mine,
Calling my name from afar.

Let's cure this heart's ache,
This hurt that builds each day apart,
Causing the beats to slow.
Come to me now, lay on top of me,
Heart to heart and let the world fade away.

Day 73

We've lived love, weeks at a time,
Some of the best days of our lives.
While we are apart these days,
We won't let distance get in our way,
Keeping it alive through many Skype kisses,
Although the real thing is much more delicious.

I can't help but smile when you come online,
Just something about you makes me feel real fine.
I enjoy our talks and discussions of life,
All of our plans as husband and wife.
I really do feel lucky to have landed you,
Whether it's luck or fate, it is so pure and true.

Time moves so fast, soon we will be able to embrace,
No more laptops or phones to protect your face.
I picture this moment a hundred times a day,
What you will wear, what we will say.
Love will pour out of hearts, enough to fill a bus,
Even if no word are spoken by us.

Day 72

You are my queen,
I am your king,
Let's sit on our thrones and sing.

A lullaby about a warm Spring day,
Grass all in our hair,
Being naughty, in the open air.

Yes, this is a semi-erotic tale,
Two passionate lovers,
No cares, just thoughts of each other.

We sneak away whenever we can,
Seductive glances and warm, wet kisses,
Planning out all our dreams and wishes.

Holding hands, we walk and talk,
Caressing each other's skin,
Arousing the senses, ready for sin.

We find a place high on the hill,
A empty pasture, with one lonely tree,
We embrace and rattle the leaves.

In a fit of lust, clothes hit the ground,
Revealing a passion built up for so long,
The sweat, the moans, a fire full blown

As it rages on, with so much control,
Scratching and biting, screams of delight,
Two becoming one, never felt so right.

The release comes at just the right time,
Sending my world right in to yours,
Tender words spoken, "I'll always be yours."

Day 71

This old bar room,

Was dark with sorrow,

Then you walked in,

And turned on my light,

Now I don’t feel as empty,

As I thought I would tonight.

I wanna say hello,

Buy you a drink,

Get your number,

Ask you dance,

But my knees just went weak,

Now I can barely stand.

The thought of last call,

Without having met you,

Is a fate,

I couldn’t bear,

But I’m still on this bar stool

And you’re still haunting me, over there.

Now I’m on feet,

Heaven help me,

This could be my end,

Or our beginning, 

A tap on the shoulder, Lead with hello.

And just ask her anything.

Honey I’m come over,

I think I’m ready,

I just needed time

To catch my breath,

Before I, let you take,

It away all over again.