The Best Last Kiss

I Wait for You to Wake Up With Me — March 27 © 2017/TomSquitieri I hope you wake up next to me I wish that as each day ends For then I would see what happiness is And how my joy will not bend I hope you wake up next to me So I can

Sleep tight and Have Sweet dreams — March 23 © 2017/TomSquitieri Sleep tight and have sweet dreams That is the only way to slumber And if for reasons you toss and turn Just simply dial my number My funny stories will make yo laugh My foot rubs will relax your bod It is far far

I Don’t Need It To Be Spring — March 20 © 2017/TomSquitieri (In English, then Italian) The magic has been in me for a while When I opened the door to you My thoughts of love are alive and whirling each thought is of our love anew Oh they say it is because it is

March 17 — Pleasing You © 2017/TomSquitieri Yes please, rush into my arms. Yes please, kiss my lips. Yes please, let us wrap our legs around each other tightly. Yes please, let’s make our heart skip Yes please, feel my fingers in your hair Yes please, let’s keep our promise never, ever ever to part.

Because You Leave Me Ready — March 8 © 2017/TomSquitieri One time I want you to tell me How you love me inside you deep I want you to put aside the game And tell me why I am unique I want to hear your voice to me Say what you only think to tell

We Were in a Duet Last Night — February 30 © 2017/TomSquitieri It was another torrid dream and now that you are awake, it continues to grow For though sometimes you try to retreat The spark that is now fire doth know We were in a duet last night and the lovely music was so

Before Tomorrow Strikes — March 4 © 2017/TomSquitieri The Sun rises slowly a foreshadowing of something to find This morning I just sit and watch the past now finally behind It changes shades and pattern choices As if trying to decide what to wear It’s frigid in its hug, clear in its hello and its

Duck Lips, Towel Slips — February 16 © 2017/TomSquitieri You had slept in my white, long sleeve teeshirt and nothing else at all Your nipples are pushing against the shirt, Romantic and sensual, they do call You can see my smile widen as you pull the chair close and near My woman has appeared, in

3:07 a.m. — Feb. 23 © 2017/TomSquitieri I enjoy thinking of you And writing in my head when I awake You are far away in many ways And oh, I so want to take There is wonder of your back and slumber And the smile that I might coax I see my heart rise so

WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY MORNING — August 22 © 2016/TomSquitieri All night you were here I felt it so strong. Your breathe on my neck Your lips did no wrong Your fingernails on my back My eyes drifted in joy Your knees pushing my legs Your quiet laughter such a ploy How different

Lather up — May 25 © 2016/TomSquitieri The red on you is not from blushing or flushing Your passion and desire is real, in the gasps and the eyes But the pink of passion this is not. The kiss was brought to a scraping halt. It must come off, she says. And she does not

Batman’s lament © 2016/TomSquitieri This is her room I know her bed She has to come and pet my head This is her room I know her rug She likes when I sleep here and I wait for her hugs This is her room I know her smell Why isn’t she here? It makes me