This is another poem collaboration with Hastywords. We decided to put the love back into it. She is so romantic to write with!
Our Tangled Sheets
My thoughts are my own
My dreams wander
But one look from you
And I can think of nothing else
You have my heart
My body sizzles
One touch from you
And I can think of nothing else
I listen to you
The poems you speak
Just a few words from your lips
And I can think of nothing else
I feel your strength
In the way you move
Just the nearness of you
And I can think of nothing else
Just exactly how did you come to control me
Wrapped in my thoughts of you
I’ll never be lonely
The things you do
When you think I’m not looking
Thrill me to the core
And I can think of nothing else
The comfort found
In the way you hold me
I awaken from dreams
Of our lives, about us
To the love displayed
Tangled up in our sheets
The sunrise hits my wedding ring
And I can think of nothing else
The scars of last night
Mark the trails back to you
Hand in hand in my mind
And I can think of nothing else
Storms are raging outside
As we stare out the window
Naked in each others’ arms
And I can think of nothing else
Many years have passed by
Our lives keep changing
But each night spent next to you
Melts away each challenge
As my head rests on your heart
I can think of nothing else
Hastywords & Edward Hotspur
Oohh…sexy….
I had to take a cold shower.
This would be good for a vow renewal or something anniversary-ish!
Lovely.
Thank you on behalf of Hastywords.
When is your anniversary?
October 26th.
I was slow on the uptake, but I got it. How many years? 16, right?
You were slow on the what-what?
16 years, correct!
You mentioned this would be good for something anniversaryish and it took a while to occur to me that yours might be coming up.
Ooooooo, I guess I’m slow on the “what the heck are you talking about” take!
No, you’re pretty fast with that.
Only when you’re talking about laundry..
Sometimes a shout is involved.
How you doing today? Good?
Shout it out!
I’m very well today, thank you. And you?
Part dreamy, part stressed. My wife looked so hot this morning that I can’t concentrate on work.
*Snort*!!!
I think you should go home for ‘lunch’! Or laundry. Or both!
She sent me a text saying she wants to eat cheesecake off my beefcake. I’ve never been more in love with her.
I think I’m in love with her too!
Funny- my husband appreciates texts like that from me as well.
You better take some cheesecake home today!
Damn right!
Does he send them too? I send them.
Sometimes he does. He’s very ‘reserved’.
It’s not like you’re going to publish them. And even if you were, they’re all to and from him. It would be like a senator getting caught having sex with his own wife.
He’s not concerned with anyone seeing them, he is just not very ‘wordy’.
I on the other hand, am very verrrry wordy
Yes you are, ChatterSnaap. But you’re very entertaining.
Jeez, I get texts like I want to jackhammer your asphalt. Cheesecake is sooo much better. I love what we wrote here. Happy close anniversary GingerSnaap!
I send sweet texts to my wife throughout the day, most of which I wouldn’t want my mother to read. I told her just what I said above, that she looked so hot this morning that I couldn’t concentrate on work. Sigh. Ironically, I can get more work done because I can’t leave my desk right now for… some reason.
Yea my husband does the same thing…a bit less romantic but creative in so many ways!
Like laundry that gets done but is still dirty.
Like dirty laundry that gets done and stays clean for two seconds before it is dirty again.
Like laundry that begs to be done over and over no matter how clean or dirty it is.
Begs
….Imma better stop before my dirty laundry gets spilled
Don’t want spilled loads everywhere.
Speak for yourself.
Well, look at Mrs. Sassy with her new eyebrows, getting all blue. Fabulous!
@—}—- a rose
With a long stem…..sweet!
Actually, I don’t think I’m speaking for anybody. Everybody Loves Laundry. <—-great idea for a show. On Skinemax.
I like laundry on the bed, in the floor, on the dresser, on the stairs,….yea you get the picture!
You sent me a picture?
I like laundry in the backyard.
OH yes backyard laundry is the best. Especially when the laundry involves grass stains.
Very true. And wine stains. And whipped cream…
I’m starving all the sudden
All the snack food? Or is it the whipped cream and wine?
We should declare this Sexy Monday, and get everyone to write sexy sensuous poems on their blogs every week.
Let’s do it! And that should be the name of our first blog. lol
I am liking this more and more. Wait til you read my F*cked Up Fairy Tale for Hellis’ blog and book.
My favorite kind of fairy tale!
I should be done with it in the next couple of days.
I would love to read it! I love all your stuff. You already know that!
When a woman who knows her stuff says she likes your stuff it makes you do stuff.
Wow, you guys have alooot of laundry!
I know, right? We’ll be doing it all night long.
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The post that began all the Romantic Mondays.