I love to text you at HEB,

Even though I can’t see,

Your essence in swing,

It’s still my delightful thing,

Take my hand to squeeze,

Oh my angel I want to please,

Sexy things from you are best,

None compare from the rest,

Swallow deep the tasty result,

I rejoice you take time to exult,

Prepare, prepare if you dare,

On the way my eyes may stare,

Your breasts are a lover’s delight,

I’ve loved you forever on first sight!

The end,
By Pat for Patti

I love you my little girl,

You make my penis twirl,

Always to me you’re fine,

My heart spins like a dime,

Some say I love too much,

With you there’s no such,

There’s not enough to give,

No matter how long I live,

My heart and being is yours,

Your smile and touch assures,

Me of your undying love,

Together we will dwell above,

In a place that’s so Divine,

You’ll continue to be mine,

I’m yours forever and a day,

The magic words you say,

Boston, leave the room,

There’s sex I must assume,

To show my lover forever more,

Let’s find what love has in store,

I love the taste you produce,

Such love feelings you induce,

Sweet love sounds you send,

I love you my angel till the end.

I love you Patti,
Pat

On the streets of my hometown angels walk the street,

Most are unseen but to see such a creature is a treat,

It makes no difference but I thought all should know,

To find keys to Heaven’s gate it’s where you should go,

As a young man miles from home one called out to me,

Telling me to come home yet my youth wouldn’t let it be,

The day arrived that the letter came when daddy cried,

I knew the reason was that in Vietnam young men died,

The day the letter came I feared losing the angel I knew,

Working two jobs to occupy my mind was all I could do,

Seeing her ride by in different cars on dates with a boy,

As she broke my heart unknown to her I’d pray her joy,

She has doubt that I love her as I always told her I did,

I ran wild creating sins of love that I kept very well hid,

A draft board call is akin a firing squad in eight of ten,

How can it be we will fight in a war too young to be men,

Not enough love shown but enough to create wonder,

She would come to my side for me but I let it fall asunder,

Tears fell too many times to count or even for me to say,

I had tears on the bus as she drove by that very sad day,

So beautiful to an extreme how could an angel love me,

I had so little and escaped to avoid raising a large family,

As I left the streets of my hometown I felt I deserved little,

Escaping pressures of home for war I prayed for acquittal,

I had planned to ask the angel for her hand or to run away,

Every thought I thought was to convince her when I’d say,

Marry me, you’ll be sixteen then we can go away to marry,

I’ll be in the arms of an angel and I’ll escape the military,

A military score so high made each branch want this man,

Men of twenty is hardly men since my life hasn’t began,

After training was done I came home and a miracle came,

Her father influenced her mother that I was not the same,

In the presence of an angel I became a better man through,

To remain in the presence of this angel I’d do as I had to do,

I became a better man with a kiss from heaven on my lips,

From that instant love I carried guided all my relationships,

I became a righteous man with but one thought in my life,

Determined from that point forward to make her my wife,

But to hurt her heart I wouldn’t allow so I’d have to wait,

To die at war is unfair so I won’t ask for a wedding date,

During a long kiss goodbye I cried and hid my tears away,

To ask for her hand in marriage is something I can’t say,

I’ve loved her over two years and I know she too loves me,

I told her she should date when I first moved from our city,

A girl so beautiful can’t be tied to a boy from fourteen,

Some day she’ll believe she’s the only angel I’ve seen,

Now bullets fly over as Vietnam is a horrible place to be,

I’ve written my angel twice and no response is killing me,

This place is so beautiful perhaps God practiced here,

But for bombs and napalm there are places war clear,

As I admire and enjoy His hand beneath blue skies I cry,

If only the angel of Texas could write I’d be happy if I die,

A year plus has passed and my visit home is worse still,

Three weeks plus days she was gone and it broke my will,

I’ve written her begging forgiveness for my forward ways,

I swear by all that is holy I’ve endured my darkest of days,

And I’ve returned to this place to hear Neil Armstrong land,

I sit here so distraught holding new assignment in my hand,

All I can sense is of her, her smell, her hairs smell and feel,

Memories inside of me are adorned by essence of her still,

The day my life changed is when Armstrong left the moon,

The moon I see outside is the same he left this afternoon,

In two days exhaustion will overtake this man if only I knew,

It will be difficult to understand everything I’ve been through,

And I’ll pray to our Lord in silence but soon enough aloud,

The angel I love won’t know I was home and asked her crowd,

Where has she been but no one knows where an angel goes,

When angels go is it far away or a place only heaven knows,

They’ve beaten me for twenty four hours or more I’m sure,

Even asked of Armstrong’s walk but I just said I’m unsure,

The Berlin Wall is easy to cross but entry will just bring pain,

I told of my mistake in crossing saying I had nothing to gain,

A Texas angel found a way of appearing to me so far away,

I had not seen her in over a year but she came to me today,

Tenderly kissed my torn lip though blood was still in flow,

Said she loves me, as I tried to say me too, she said “I know”,

Comfort came from my sweet Texas angel and even today,

I find comfort in the hallucinations that brought her my way,

Were they of the mind I have wondered or was she there,

I love her more today and if real or not, I don’t really care.

The end, by Pat for Patti.

I love you my beautiful little angel.
Pat

You touched my heart last night as never before,

A touch that I want to know and feel forevermore,

I’ve known you so long yet you always intrigue me,

Somehow you’ve awakened my soul that I may see,

In the field of my vision angels settled from the air,

Near and far they came to deliver your loving care,

As I realized what my vision conveyed all around,

Silence penetrated my frame to become a sound,

From the surround previously unseen visions came,

Angels came to my surround yes they’re the same,

Every single angel was of you from eyes to long hair,

From each I felt the intense love as if you were there,

Quite suddenly a flash of brightness came to be,

Each star in the sky shone as if it came near to me,

In the brightness I was insignificant in every way,

The realization of my pettiness awoke me this day,

So small yet penetrated by intense affection of you,

Was a melding of my soul with an essence I knew,

In fields that stretched for miles a new season came,

I’m insignificant in a field to never again be the same,

The anointing of my being came from your lips kiss,

Sensations flow laced with hormones and true bliss,

Green fields yielded flowers of every color and height,

Into those fields of God’s magnificence and might,

I’m delivered to you with open arms and open heart,

To be forever melded to you in whole and every part,

Woven into essence of an angel is the greatest gift

I am of you and you of me, to never again be adrift.

The end. For Patti by Pat.

June 19, 2020

The beauty of your smile makes all worthwhile,

Your beautiful smile entices me to walk a mile,

Upon your door I’ll knock to see a smiling face,

Only a smile from you affects my special place,

Thoughts of where the smile on the mouth will be,

Thinking deeply I bring images from my memory,

Your long hair is of an angel when seen in flow,

As you twist creating a beautiful angelic show,

True are my words that are spoken earnestly,

Each day is enhanced by you giving sex to me,

And I must now speak of your presence in sex,

Your sexy beautiful behavior is truly complex,

Speak in such a way each word is enhanced,

Feel my groin against you as if we just danced,

Whisper tales of long ago that memory has still,

Each word of enticement removes a bit of will,

Soon my manliness will become erect for you,

Yet mine is forever rigid to become a dark blue,

It’s these forces you’ve delivered straight to me,

That allows me to enter your realm of ecstasy.

The end, for Patti by Pat

So troubled is the time of Dr. King my memory does wane,

Distant was that time long ago the journey creates a strain,

Influence of his speeches and that event render such pain,

Memories along freeways of life stand as billboards in rain,

The vehicle of transport seems broken though I’m unsure,

How I came to be inside this vehicle I could never procure,

Is a mystery given from heaven to awaken me to the cure,

I once thought myself to be aware if I was in the brochure,

How can we without color create change even just some,

Most important is that color unaware must be within one,

None awareness comes by being unaware with everyone,

Contradiction in use of words explains how to get it done,

To see without seeing, it sounds to be an impossible task,

Each time you see a man, please look to see inside I ask,

Look beyond the color of his skin and of yourself unmask,

Unless you see both the same, only then drink of the flask,

Understanding will come by teaching about racism pain,

If we can understand the pain created for prosperity gain,

A history of slavery and internment camps are our shame,

Be it war or riches the minority has been treated the same,

When we thought we knew, the truth is that we have not,

Though we joined with wedding band it is not as thought,

We stand united yet if targeted he becomes one we forgot,

He cannot be understood unless together you are caught,

I believe within my soul that every man of color knows,

A huge hand of prejudice that’s left a mark that shows,

He bears unseen scars but God sees the sins of his foes,

And we say we know, but truthfully our ignorance grows,

Unlearned is ignorance, learn what he the pained imparts,

Hold his hand in unified prayer asking that healing starts,

Forgiveness comes from admittance of sins even if parts,

Tears may fall in a unification of all as we join our hearts.

The end, by Pat. 6/11/2020

God bless the soul of George Floyd