Tag: Poetry
Long Distance Trucker
I met a man online who was a long-distance trucker
I was weary of his career and didn’t want to be a sucker
He had been driving many miles and decided to take a break
He said he was searching for that special number 8
She didn’t have to be perfect or of a voluptuous size
Just be able to carry on a conversation and intrigue his mind
Trying to find that unique someone to share his life
Who could understand, be sympathetic, and with no strife
He knew he had little time to give because he was married
Already married to the cross-country roads so he tarried
I could hear the loneliness in is voice and sensed his uneasiness
He confessed he wanted to settle down and have someone to finesse with
He admitted he chose this life of a trucker because it fit
Like a hand in a glove when he was 20 but now he’s 48ish
His career has taken its toll and now doesn’t look so great
I’ve heard with the lonely trucker comes much heartache
The more I thought, pondered, and prayed I soon saw the truth
The lonely trucker wasn’t lonely as he said, and I had the proof
Facebook photos, Instagram posts, and late-night confessions
The mask slipped and revealed the heart as I listened
City to city, house to house, bedroom door to bedroom door
No thanks, I’ll keep my heart for Mr. Right not for someone looking to score
Passion Froze
Oh! What a crush I had
Following so close behind
Hoping and wishing he’d look back
Did he notice did he see me
Muscle bound and luscious lips on fire
If I could taste it would quench my desire
As it so happened I’d get that chance
School project alone or was it happenstance
He felt my lust for him without saying a word
Reached over pulled me in close I was weak as a bird
Taking full advantage of the minute or two alone
I felt his biceps and smelled his cologne
Mouth open tongue out desire and passion
Filled the room until the door came crash-in
Back to work you guys whew that was close
Still remembering years later passion froze
All I Need Is A Hug
I’ve been on the rollercoaster all day long. Sometimes I fight. Yes, sometimes I fight. I get yelled at even if I’m right. Trying hard to concentrate, sit still, and pay attention. Mom yells, don’t act up and come home with detention. When I see my cousins I get so excited! Running and jumping and laughing until we cry. When it’s time to go home I breathe a long sigh.
All I need is a hug.
I wrap my arms tightly around your neck and turn my cheek to smooch your cheek. My little body holds on tight as my feet dangle caught up in your big daddy arms feeling loved. My eyes closed as I feel the rising in your chest next to mine.
All I need is a hug
I love you and want you to know it. Like honeybees to a honey jar I’m not afraid to show it. We’ve travelled this road like a train at full speed. I hurt you cry. You smile, I laugh. You got me and I got you. You will always be my sister.
All I need is a hug.
Serenity
Bluewater sprouting five feet high
White stones, green grass, brown sand
Tall trees standing thick, statuesque
Bright clear skies, Robins perch nearby
Sweet sound, quiet, serene
A Hug Without A Touch 