Poems

August 3  — Clean All Over © 2016/TomSquitieri Here come the bubbles into the tub slide in here with me and get a good rub The water is lively the temp oh so right lean back against me I promise delight We are up far too early for work or for thinking and even for

The Little Black Dress, Part Two — December 29 © 2016/TomSquitieri Hair covers the shoulder, now and then As the black dress begins to slip Oh such a thought and such a glow My heart beat begins to blip There is a peek of your glowing skin The invite seems so clear the one strap

This is the poem for Valentines Day 2017 Lemon kisses — February 14 © 2017/TomSquitieri I need your arms around me She said again to me Don’t worry they soon will be, I said as will the legs around the knees I need your heart beating through your chest into mine Don’t worry it soon

This poem, about another Jenny, was written for Jenny McCarthy and was read on her show on February 7, 2017 The First Jenny   Feb. 4, 2017 © 2017/TomSquitieri She was both captor and giving on a perfect afternoon I was drifting through life and thought She arrived not a moment too soon She said she

We said hello and gave a smile It was timid and it was small But as the door closed the fire ignited And then there was the wall The kiss was deep, the fire grew hotter Our steps became a crawl The explosion gushed and poured like lava On the volcano against the wall No

The champagne was lonely without you last night Its dryness became wet from tears It sat there waiting, bubbly to please To fill us both with good cheer   Like the cork that flies off the bottle Fingers pushing it to “pop” Your dance with your eyes, your smile and brains Has pushed me to

The must catch train was coming you could not miss and thus its roar insisted and forced that one, the best last kiss…….   back together after so many years for me all joy there were no fears   though it was indeed years since Dakota nights the yesterdays of my capture kept all my

The hair It breezes by as she rocks and moves, grips me and throws me… I barely can hang on. No one thrills me like her. and it is better each time. the hair is short. it cannot be stroked by L or pulled by J. The wind in the ear, like the whisper of

It was a summer dream Look about her Look all around Look up and down Then look inside the beauty of tasty passion.. a dish that appears cold still sizzles and warms.. the menu presents with just enough to tempt and get the juices flowing.. the art of the seduction of cuisine…. never disappoints.. always

Slow Dance Eyes       She knows how beautiful her eyes are when they embrace me So her hair dips over then, to tease Her smile crescents under, to tempt Her lips part softly, to tantalize The eyes, the portal and pool to dive through and into, to submerge and hold ones breathe as

May 2014   The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the feisty Twins that day: The score stood up by one run, with one inning more to play, And then when one A player got to first, and a second did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.   A straggling few

Spring to our future I think of our future every day the way you dance in my eyes the way you look at me with love, before you catch yourself I think of our future every day when your smell is on my neck, my chest, my sheets, my hair when the moisture of your