Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
I can’t crib at being alive
It ain’t too bad. I got this place –
A woman with a smashing face...
Your sexiest aspect when we’re in bed
Are you eyes – they thrill me dead
They gleam, so narrow, blue, so rude...
