Daddy Does Sign Language
DADDY DOES SIGN LANGUAGE
By Rachel Alysson Hart
One day as My Dad went into the Store,
For a Man he Held Open the Door
The Man was on His Cell Phone
So Daddy went On
And the Man said, "What the Hell was That For?!"
Daddy Touched His Chin, His Chest,
And His Palm
And 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 touch
When you have never felt it?
I do this for yours, though,
And the yearning grows more each day
I have never wanted anything in my life
As much as I want you
When you whisper such sweet love
In my ear when we talk
You make me melt into a puddle
Of complete helplessness
You have become my every waking thought
And my every dream at night
I breathe in so hard
Trying to catch my breath when we can't talk
I close my eyes so tight
Hoping when I open them you will be there
But I know I have to wait
Until the time is right
It seems so far away
That I think I am losing my mind
I want to breathe in your scent
And keep it with me all day long
I want to taste your love for me
By kissing your sweet lips
I want to feel your body next to me
So when you leave for awhile I can hold on
I just want you to know
That I really do love you
When the day comes and we are together
You will always know and feel this
I will always hug, kiss and love you
Every moment o
Hot, Strong and Sweet
Hot, Strong and Sweet
She 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