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                TO   THEE


Sitting with satin sheets folded on your lap,

   Dark hair dangling shoulder length,

For sure our marriage was no mishap,

   The fitness of your beauty; lusty strength.


We quaff the silken peddles of loves flowers,

   And voyage to a distant land,

Love making by the hours,

   See how stiff you make me stand.


Inspired by your mind and body, strong,

   The following of the moral path,

The way you lambaste wrong,

   So shall we take a bath?


With you my restless soul find peace,

   Loves mantra do I freely say,

No need for fear of being fleeced,

   You know loves proper way.


Arise my dear, the waters warm,

   The bubbles last but just a while,

Our youth is but a passing storm.

    Youre so pretty when you smile,

Your nakedness has me beguiled. 






Oh my!  Your not my wife, but that feels good.

   Well, Barb doesn't know. . . . Pleausre's why we live.

Oh!  It's okay, just another dalliance, we could . . .

   This will get us higher, its short-term love we give


My sexual urge too strong for vows to keep, We should.

   Fidelity is bondage; Barbs old-fashion ways I'll forgive.

Oh god! This herb . . . . I feel better, but can barely think

   The same I'd do without the drinks.


Your breast look bigger when youre lying prone.

    Pent-up anger, much less when I roam.

Hustle her to bed; I need this so.

    Then home to wife and kids I'll go.






I, my father, and my fathers father did not choose.

Sure life is nothing much to loose,

The priest has told us there is heaven paradise,

For those who make the sacrifice.

Besides our God he loves us so,

It will only happen to our foe.

Couldn't Shame the land from which we sprung,

So here we lie the dead and young.





Oh how I do love you, let me recount the ways,

   And whys and whats my love entails:

I love you with thoughts all the day,

   And with each deed and all of life's details;

I love you best when in my arms you lay,

   And unto Venus we devoutly pray;

I'll love you thus till burned neath the clay.


I love you cause your beauty's fine,

   And cause you detest wrong

And cause your puritys divine;

       I love you cause your will is strong

    To be my loving guide life long,

        And cause of these and other signs

     I know the gods to us assign

        That we shall selfless love combine.






I hope my flavors please;

Ive written many themes

So surely some of these

Will make your smile beam

Others will make you steam.






When trouble test, my mettle try,

I love my wife who will stand by.

For there is nothing she can do

The situation we both rue

And from which we cannot flee

The thing is strictly up to me.

For there are troubles all my own,

And paths that I must trudge alone;

When loves help cannot smooth the road,

Nor teamwork lifts the heavy load.

Shell stand by me until the end;

For her commitment will not bend,

Whose sympathy through all endure,

Of her support I am assured.

Though to my fate I must resign,

Her warm embrace is always mine.

It helps some way to pull me through,

Although theres nothing she can do

And so with fervent heart I cry

God bless the wife who just stands by!



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