With a Woman who Deserves Me

Each and every little thing about this life's amazing

Doing this for myself and a woman who deserves me.

Every little part of creating home is radical

creating our universe out of love

building a dream from scratch

With her gaping mouth I can build an empire

What a way to go to go out smiling

And as soon as she stops

I can play grandpa of two

So do me right, baby,

do your man with meaning

Squeeze and please me

With no end or beginning

Kiss me long and varied

with everything you love

and treat me lovingly inside out

And on the outside, we can share the world,

by bike, on foot and plane.

Come with me to Hardy's Wessex,

Danube cruise to Budapest,

Wildlife preserves of Africa,

Pyramids of Egypt, markets of Morocco,

the American southwest, northeast,

down to New Orleans and Key West,

and best of all, regular time with three daughters,

and a son wherever he may be

Around the necklace off Asian jewels

from the heart of Taiwan

especially the China I thought I'd never see;

I will see it now

with a woman without excuses,

and few limitations from adventure in her soul

all the while home in any bed

wherever we lay down too roam.

March 29, 2021

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