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    The Love That Makes Father's Day Possible

    The Love That Makes Father's Day Possible
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    Everybody Talks About Father's Day and What a Wonderful Thing it is to Be a Father - and it is. But What's Even More Wonderful is the Love that Brings it About.
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    This is the Story of One Such Love.
    Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree

     
     
    Love, Pain, Passion, and Lust

    HER PAIN:

    She walks alone, sweet woman-child,
    her sobs flow warm against the dark;
    Her need is love, not merely passion,
    a mighty fortress, her broken heart.
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    Quivering bodies and breathless moans,
    she remembers with great delight,
    but the heat of love is the only flame,
    her lusting soul craves late at night.
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    Hungry arms yearn for her shuddering body,
    to embrace her tenderly with all their might;
    Shivering lips lust for her succulent passion,
    as she cries out desperately into the night.
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    But only true love can quench the thirst
    that burns red hot, and deep inside,
    so she faces the pain, again and again,
    and late at night she cries.
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    Masculine shadows of delusion and lust
    caress their egos more than her pain,
    for her convulsing body quivers not for them,
    but for her fantasy
    of a warm and gentle man.
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    So, with head held high, by light of day,
    but, mournful eyes, that do betray,
    unspent love, and a breaking heart,
    and the fear of sobs, when day turns dark.

    HIS PASSION:
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    She's dark, she’s passionate, and she's lovely,
    but she doesn't know herself:
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    She doesn't know
    the extent her smiling eyes
    devastate this love-sick heart;
    The way they dance in the moonlight,
    subtly beckon,
    and betray the depth
    of her sultry passion.
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    She doesn't know
    the ecstasy of pleading moans
    on a humid, Summer night, or
    the maddening pleasure of glistening bodies
    entwined in erotic flight.
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    And
    She doesn't know
    the hot breath of passion,
    as it whispers between her thighs;
    The gentle kiss, the sting of bliss,
    the pain of pleasure
    that burns inside.
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    She doesn't know
    the agony of lust
    while suspended in endless time,
    as she yearns for sweet release,
    while desperately clinging to
    the sweet sublime.
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    And
    She doesn't know
    of frantic begging
    for that of which she's run,
    of the animal that leaps inside of her,
    as flowing chills
    begin to come.
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    She doesn't know
    the embrace of madness
    as her trembling loins
    begin to spill . . .
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    She
    doesn't know of love,
    but on this night,
    her pleading eyes,
    say she will.
     

    THEIR LOVE
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    Eric L. Wattree
    http://wattree.blogspot.com/
    [email protected]
    Citizens Against Reckless Middle-Class Abuse (CARMA)

    Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.
     

    Comments

    This is so funny, to me anyway.

    My son called me yesterday:

    HEY POP HOW YA DOIN?

    He always does that. hahhahaha

    But damn, before he could say anything else, I said:

    HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

    It is just that his lovely daughter is now 2 years of age and she is nuts about him.

    Nothing is contrived.

    I have seen them together so many times.

    The little bugger will use him as a shield against monsters like myself.

    When he visits me, he just talks about his job (which he switched recently under pressure) and he talks about his wife who will give him another daughter in September and he talks about how bright his little precious is.

    My son is the father now.

    Hats off to Adler.

    hahahahahah

    Life can be nice sometimes.

    that's all I got

    Except my son would never be a father, except he met this wondrous woman who decided that she could do something 'with this.' hhhahahahahah


                        I love this, Richard,

    And I know just how you’re feeling. There’s nothing as satisfying as being a parent. Eric Jr was a very timid little boy. He used to peep out at the world from behind his older sister, Kai. He thought she could protect him from anything, and she would try, even though she was just a year and 9 months older than him. But they were devoted to one another, and they still are.

    But it was amazing to watch them mature. Like I said, he was such a timid little boy, but now he’s a 6' 6" federal agent, and I’ve seen people get nervous just talking to him. I’ve had occasion to watch him go from my son to his profession mode. In a split second I went from daddy, to someone who was taking orders from a "special agent." It was like watching someone I’d never met before.

    My daughter is the same way. I was a union rep most of my life. Now she’s the vice president of a college and university employees’ union. I am so proud of both of them.


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