Daddy Does Sign LanguageDADDY DOES SIGN LANGUAGEBy Rachel Alysson HartOne day as My Dad went into the Store,For a Man he Held Open the DoorThe Man was on His Cell PhoneSo Daddy went OnAnd the Man said, "What the Hell was That For?!"Daddy Touched His Chin, His Chest,And His PalmAnd the Man's Expression then Became Calm"I'm Sorry," He said, "I Didn't Know...You...""Don't be Such a Jerk," Daddy said,"You Never Know Who you Might Run Into."
A Touch Never FeltHow can you ache and crave for someone's touchWhen you have never felt it?I do this for yours, though,And the yearning grows more each dayI have never wanted anything in my lifeAs much as I want youWhen you whisper such sweet loveIn my ear when we talkYou make me melt into a puddleOf complete helplessnessYou have become my every waking thoughtAnd my every dream at nightI breathe in so hardTrying to catch my breath when we can't talkI close my eyes so tightHoping when I open them you will be thereBut I know I have to waitUntil the time is rightIt seems so far awayThat I think I am losing my mindI want to breathe in your scentAnd keep it with me all day longI want to taste your love for meBy kissing your sweet lipsI want to feel your body next to meSo when you leave for awhile I can hold onI just want you to knowThat I really do love youWhen the day comes and we are togetherYou will always know and feel thisI will always hug, kiss and love youEvery moment o
Hot, Strong and SweetHot, Strong and SweetShe spotted him approaching her table and automatically reached for the spoon lying on the checkered tablecloth to check her reflection, but caught herself. Were not together anymore, she thought reproachfully. Give it up. Move on. And for Gods sake stop trying to impress him!His trip from the kitchens to her table seemed to take an eternity, and as he walked her eyes travelled helplessly up and down his lean, muscled body. They could not help but linger on his lips, those lips which she had kissed so often.When he finally arrived at her table, he shuffled his feet and avoided her eyes by looking down at his notepad, holding it up in front of his pen which was poised to scribble her order. He asked her what she would like to drink, still not looking at her.A coffee, please, she said, trying to keep her voice as smooth and emotionless as possible.He wrote it down and started to move away.Wait! she exclaimed, an