Love letters #3



  Hey baby,I wanna tell you something
Theres a plan running through my mind
Its all gonna begin with a sinister grin
And you wont mind when I grab you from behind
I'm gonna squeeze you tight and make you feel right
Put a smile on your face and make your heart race
When I turn out the lights,you better believe I just might
My heart was an empty place,until your love filled that voided space
Now theres nowhere else I wanna be,just here with you and me
My eyes on you and your eyes on me,two lovers living free
 
   Theres so many things Ive wanted to say
But I haven't always had the words to speak
I often hold back,a little wary,maybe thought you wouldn't stay
For you my heart beats strong,but fear cripples me,makes my mind weak
Some days that old sun shines so bright on me
And others the skies are filled with clouds so menacing
Such a feeling is being in love,sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy
I start to write another poem,get halfway through and stop without finishing
 
   So many thoughts,all at once,yelling for their chance to be cut loose
All about the way I love you,and the way our lives have come together
That Ive given up trying to sort them out,it really is no use
I'm just gonna sit and write until I clear my minds storm,find clearer weather
I think of the things we have been through and what lies ahead
And it all seems easy compared to the pain we've put each other through
I can see me coming home at the end of the day,laying beside you in bed
Wrapping my arms around your body and making love to you
 
  As that morning sun comes up and you climb into bed
I look into your eyes and smile because you did it again
You made my life better without any words being said
You set my soul afire with just a touch of your skin
My heart starts to race and I cover it with your hand
Your eyes meet mine and you feel my hunger
I am convinced that you know what Ive got planned
You see the lightning in my eyes and know I want you to feel the thunder
 
   I can hear your heart calling out for me
Even though its coming from your mouth
I look into your eyes and heaven is what I see
Right now my thirst is for something from further south
Maybe I am thinking a little dirty,but its something you'll enjoy
When the hours are flying by and my tongue is sticking out
And you're quenching the thirst of this good ole boy.....

About this poem

The third of three love letters/poems from my 20s

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Written on July 16, 2007

Submitted by Daleisnmyhardt3 on August 10, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCBDEDEFF GHGHFAFA IJIJKLKL KXKCMJMJ FNFNOXO
Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 2,344
Words 474
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 10, 8, 8, 8, 7

Jason Marriner

I was born in Pensacola,Florida. Raised in Portsmouth,Virginia and Indianapolis,Indiana. Raised by a single mother. As most children might say, I couldn't have asked for a better mother. Although with age I've come to realize I could've been a better son. I didn't always make it easy on her. I started writing off and on when I was about 13, more as a way to vent, and I never really took my writing seriously. But my mother did. She always wanted me to pursue it as a career, but of course, being a teenage boy, I resented the idea because it wasn't mine. I didn't even particularly enjoy writing, it was just a way to express myself and the mood only strikes me once in awhile, could be one a week, could be one every ten years. I started considering writing more right about the time the song 8 Mile came out and I rewrote it in my own words. I actually liked how it turned out. But a thunderstorm had other ideas, lightning struck a transformer outside my apartment and I lost it all. I didn't write again for around ten years. I would find inspiration again in my late 20s. I had just started my career as a truck driver when I met the person who would forever change my life. Six months of dating and living together was all the time I needed to know I was going to marry this woman. She made me wait another two and a half years, but we finally took the plunge, and it was more than I ever deserved. We would be together another three or four years before ultimately breaking up. I look back on those years as the best years of my life to this day. I harbor no ill will at all towards you, I still care enough about you that I sincerely hope you find happiness. In 2013, my mom died and the effect it had on me is still felt today. I honestly believe that her passing took such a toll on me that I sabotaged my marriage. I say that not to lay blame on my mother, it was my fault for the things I did. For the next few years after my failed marriage, I would basically drown myself in work, driving around the country, and writing from time to time. In 2017 I met a family that would become an extension of my own family, they've basically adopted me for some unknown reason. I still wonder why sometimes. But I'm grateful. I never felt like I had a connection with many people in my life, aside from my mother, my ex wife and my closest friend from high school, but this family is right there. On July 11th of 2022, the ninth anniversary of my mother's death, I decided that I would try to do something with my writing, maybe even try to get published, it's what she always wanted me to do. I've started writing what I'd like to think of as songs, but I have no grand fantasy that someone will ever sing them on the radio. I'm just trying to honor my mother's wishes. So, with that being said, I sincerely hope that if you choose to read these poems, that you enjoy them. Thank you! more…

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