Friday, October 07, 2005

My heaven

Everybody has their own idea of heaven
What kind of paradise they'll see
Pearly gates, streets of gold
No getting sick, or growin old
Sounds like a beautiful place to be
But as for me
My heaven is a wood frame house with a great big porch goin all the way around
Sittin on the swing listenin to the sound of the birds singin
My heaven is a warm summer day in the back yard
While the kids all play, flies and mosquitos stay away
While we're eattin watermelon
That's my heaven
You're always gonna find a few non-believers
Those who stay lost in the dark
But I believe there is a place
Full of light 'n love and grace
And I don't believe that its all that far in my heart
My heaven is a cell phone ring while I'm at work
And the only thing that you have to say
Is you miss me and get home in a hurry
My heaven is the very worst day that I spent with you
When you were so mad but I still knew
Nobody would leave cause that don't happen
In my heaven
My heaven is where I am now on the front porch of the wood frame house
Swingin with you just lookin around at all I've been given and this life I'm livin
Is my heaven
My heaven, My heaven

My heaven is anywhere you are, Omaciti. There, here, or anywhere in between. My heaven is waking with you each morning, and laying down with you each night, and everything in between. My heaven is looking at the beauty in your eyes and seeing your love for me looking back. My heaven is walking hand in hand with you through life. My heaven is feeling your body tremble in desire at my touch. My heaven is seeing the look of satisfaction on your face after watching you orgasm over and over during a night of making love. YOU are my heaven, Omaciti. I love you, unbelievably so.

1 Comments:

Blogger Omaciti said...

Dragi,
I LOVE your idea of heaven. Let's make it happen, honey. Somehow, I don't think it will be very hard. I love you sweetheart.

10:27 PM  

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