48 – FOR BECKY TO SING

no promises, just kisses,
more good-byes without hellos…
That’s the way he wants his
lady lovin…
No questions, just embraces
no locks, just open doors…
but I like myself too much
for that arrangement…
So the kisses will stop coming
’till the promises are mine
Promises of love and a tomorrow.

He can take that sleeping bag
he stashed so safe behind my couch!
I’ll find a man who will hold me
past the morning.
He can tell me I demand too much
but there’s this feeling in my mind
I’ve heard that line just
once or twice too often.

He has the right to walk away
But I know I have the right to say,
“If he wants me,
he’ll just have to stick around.”

So,
there’ll be no
kisses without a promise,
no doors without a lock.
That’s the way I want my
man to love me.
No good-byes without the promise
that there will soon be a hello
no hugging without the right
to ask a question.

I want my lovin man to know
that I will always be here
and I deserve to know
he’ll be here too.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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