Tag Archives: wife

My Dreamcatcher


599fdeaec1f3c17deb0ee0e4bd83198e.jpg

She enchanted me
pulling me into her dreams
No moment in time clearly defined
when it came to her
From Iguanas spelled with an E
Hoola Hoops spinning
Trampoline jumping to blue skies
To dancing in the kitchen
…please come see,
all the many talents that reside in her
She’s a spitfire and a rogue,
who doesnt like to do as she’s told
“Mucho mean Maria” takes no prisoners
Fearless of heights, but won’t walk a frozen pond,
Yet, she’ll dance on and on to our
favorite song long after everyone
is gone from the floor.
A tenacious Princess with a kiss
full of spells that intertwine and weave and reach deep into me.
She’s magical, a delicate delight
that’s why I intend to make
her my wife.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

Straight to my Heart by Gordon Sumner (Sting)


Well in a hundred years from now
They will attempt to tell us how
A scientific means to bliss
Will supersede the human kiss
A sub atomic chain
Will maybe galvanize the brain
A biochemic trance
Will eliminate romance
But why ever should we care
When there are arrows in the air
Formed by lovers’ ancient art
That go straight to my heart
A future sugar coated pill
Would give our lovers time to kill
I think they’re working far too much
For the redundancy of touch
But what will make me yours
Are a million deadly spores
Formed by lovers’ ancient art
That go straight to my heart
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
You’ll never have to sweep the floor
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
Come and be my wife
I’ll be true. To no one but you
If it’s a future world we fear
We have tomorrow’s seeds right here
For you can hold them in your hand
Or let them fall into the sand
But if our love is pure
The only thing of which we’re sure
Then you can play your part
And fly straight to my heart
If I should seek immunity
And love you with impunity
Then the only thing to do
Is for me to pledge myself to you
But they only dealt one card
So for me it is not hard
You’re the bright star in my chart
You go straight to my heart
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
You’ll never have to sweep the floor
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
Come and be my wife
I’ll be true. To no one but you

Songwriters: Gordon Sumner (Sting)

To and Fro


 

To and fro
she went,
from home to work,
then work to home.

Petted her cat, read her books,
and sat alongside a man she loved
who didn’t really see
the aurora borealis
of blues, greens,
and flits of purple
and passionate reds.
that resided in her.
looking for release.

But to bed she went
for a fuck and perhaps a
little bit of luck
that a spark would ignite
a connection
that would light
the days of her dark
wonderings of a life
long sought.

That he would come to see
her,
and love her the right way,
the way she always dreamed
it should be.

yet, still even now
she goes to and fro
Ever hopeful of a different
outcome than before
legs still open
heart still open
with eyes still burning
all those dancing
colors within.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

**character study for Erotic Novel working on for this year.

I will


 

Art by Pino Daeni
Art by Pino Daeni

I will not like everything you do

but I will still like you.

I will not love the moods you

fall into but I will

still love you.

I will see you as you are;

imperfect, unpolished, lost

but I will still take your hand

and squeeze it, letting you know I am

right there with you on that path.

I will laugh when you laugh, I will cry when you cry

I will hurt when you hurt,

through all the years

that we have left on this earth

I will.

There is beauty in you,

so much beauty

Like a child that sleeps

and dreams

of play and magical places to roam

and beasts to wrestle and hug

I will always be watching

you dream.

 

by Philip Wardlow 2016

 

 

All of It – A Poem


Hands

All of It ~

 

She’s everything,
cute, luscious,devine
wickedly mischievous
a show off, and needy,
funny yet pinch your nipples
serious at times
A passionate soul,
with a demanding nature to be
nurtured and loved and
hugged.
Eyes which twinkle yet bore
into yours, wanting
and wanting
more
and more and more
Damn she’s a chore.
But oh boy, when she asks for
more.
You know what I mean
You smile, because you want to
give it.
With her, your in it.
Deep….balls and all.
To the wall…to the floor…
in her arms and she in yours
and is there any
better place to be?

 

 

by Philip Wardlow

Well she’s Gone…


I had a 30 day Poem Challenge I was working on for Halloween….but pardon my French…FUCK  it for now…I’ll just write two poems in one day tomorrow instead to make up o for it.

You see, I had to see help my wife get ready to go to AFRICA Saturday for the next 14 days and see her off at the airport….so I guess you could say it’s not your typical day for me.

My mind was not very focused …I didn’t give a shit about a poem I guess…Look below . Would give you give shit about a poem if this woman was leaving you for the  next 14 days?

DSCN1869

I thought not.

So I am in not a give a fuck mode…I went to the bar…had a drink or two .watched the Detroit Tigers play the Boston Red Sox game  because I didn’t want to watch it alone, I needed people around me to see it…AND we WON….

My wife, TISHA, would be so jealous that she missed the game.

Here’s to you babe…gulp.

Btw I got suddenly depressed that I couldn’t share the WIN with her…we see ALL the games together. It’s gonna be hard a series without her.

Okay I’m done whining…just had to say it…

You will be seeing more poems and stuff (hopefully a story soon)   tomorrow.

Ya’ll have a good night…..Go Tigers and enjoy yourself in Kenya babe..

The Get- Up – a poem…….Happy Valentines Day My Dear….:)


stiletto 5The Get-Up

Fired golden curls cascade,
as your blue eyes smolder,
pink flushed cheeks slyly smile
at me with cherry wine lips.

White silk fitted blouse
scoop breasts like two
full dollops of vanilla ice cream
set in sweet candy cones of
pale lace beneath.

Tight black skirt wraps
around gartered hips
nestled against a lace thong
that parts the way.

Straps pinched tight to
thigh highs which hang close
against skin that has seen many
a sin.

Legs so defined as to entice a man’s
mind from afar and a women’s
eyes to fill with envy disguised.

Diamond studded black stilettos
command my attention as you
walk casually towards me
in the sexual space that
you create.

I am helplessly
yours.

By Philip Wardlow 2013

I Recall – A poem


I Recall

I recall her smile the first time I saw her

Radiant and warm with a hint of

Laughter at the edges

I recall her eyes

Deep and blue;  eyes you didn’t lie to

Because they could see right through you.

I recall many things about her

As I sit on my front porch swing

Gazing  up at the nighttime sky .

Thinking. Just thinking.

Bringing the past to the present

As I so often do.

I recall the sway of her hips.

A woman’s hips

Hands,  my hands enveloping her  from behind in

A loving embrace.

I recall her smell ;   fresh and sweet  like vanilla ice cream

topped with raspberry syrup.

My mind likes to wander to thoughts of her

The wonder of her.

My wife, and  my life.

I recall it all.

by Philip Wardlow 2012

 

DSCN1869