An Autumn Night of LOVE

Memories of an Autumn Night of Love

I love it when you are just going through the motions at some task or chore at home, or really just about anywhere, and something, a sight, a smell, or even just a flash of color will ignite an old memory.

I remember when I was inspired to write this little memory of mine down.

It was on an Autumn evening, and I had wandered out on my porch with a glass of wine.

I sat down on an old worn wooden rocking chair and was just laid back watching one of those beautiful nights lighted by a Full Moon.

A sudden but light breeze touched my face, and, there it was.

My mind had gone back to a time in our lives, years ago. A time when my wife and I were young, and working hard at our jobs and just as hard at raising our kids.

That particular night, it was early Autumn, some friends of ours had dropped by, and after a nice evening of that casual conversation that you fall into with good friends, we were finally alone, together.

That night, when our friends left us, and the kids were with their grandparents, the two of us had one of our great and memorable nights of love-making.

There were just the two of us, and the warm Autumn night.

I hope you enjoy reading this memory of mine.

One Night in Autumn Night that brings such such sweet memories

Cool nights,

clear skies,

rustling leaves,

hands in sleeves,

just to keep them warm.

Friends Visiting, just visiting.

A bottle of wine,

some crackers and cheese,

and lighted candles,

on the table.

A short walk around the house, finally,

then sitting on the deck, in the cooling night breeze.

Leaning back in an old Rocking Chair

just relaxing and talking  ’til the after-hours!

Close friends, moving closer to the candles, and each other.

Special people, old friends for years.

Over time the conversation slows and eventually,

a final toast, big hugs all around,

and a fond farewell, for a while.

Slowly, reluctantly,

we watched them pull away,

through the blowing leaves of our driveway.

Finally, closing the door, then a casual walk around,

checking the windows and such for the night.

Thinking about the weather  for a moment!

No. Not cold enough for the fire ….. yet!

But just enough chill, for a light blanket at best!

Then, into Bed and we Snuggle close,

in that casual way only old Lovers know.

We drift along for a while,

just hugging, kissing, touching, talking about nothing,

Then, slowly, almost accidentally,

the heat rises in our bodies and we fall into making love,

in the dark chill of the Autumn night.

There’s no talking now, no I Love You’s,

no exhortations of timeless fidelity.

No need!

Each of us knowing the other’s body so well.

Each touch perfectly timed and adding to the slow climb.

Just two mates, enjoying that timeless love of the familiar,

so slow and so easy.

We climbed the mountain together and reached the peak, together.

Then, the slow, sweet tingling afterglow,

The catching your breath and

listening to your heart slow

to normal, after the race,

each still wrapped around the other.

Parts of our bodies

still under the confused blanket,

as we share our body heat and sweat!

Cuddling,

touching, kissing lightly,,

and whispering;

I Love You’s

until Sleep eventually creeps over us,

and claims

the our satiated brains!

You awaken, to an early dawns light.

Stretching, you think, What a great nights sleep!

Still entangled, all arms and legs,

under a now, warm, blanket.

You look into each others eyes

and no extra or special words need be said.

But,

reality breaks the spell,

and the world rushes back into your head,

So you slide quietly, you think, to the edge of the bed,

But, with your first step,

you hear a sleepy; throaty,

Hey Baby! Morning!

You stop, and Smiling,

you turn and crawl back into the bed,

and under the still warm covers.

You wind your body and limbs, around, and with hers.

Another kiss,

a long hug,

and those sweet memories of the night,

flood your mind.

More memories, more hugs,

and suddenly you’re both trapped and driven

by what each of you seeks.

Another climb, faster this time, to the top,

then an ecstatic peak,

followed by a slow, slow slide,

back to that real world.

A world with a job, time schedules and responsibilities.

But now your day has that something extra,

a memory, a beautiful memory of a Cool Autumn Night.

by Don Bobbitt, 2009

Copyright, Don Bobbitt, 2009, All Rights Reserved

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Dreams and Living

Dreams are so important

To the Soul!

They feed it with a Nectar so sweet and true.

Reality tries to skew, blemish and belittle these fragile things, our Dreams.

So we need to protect them as if they were our most precious children.

These Dreams of ours, these inspirations, these hopes?

They feed and Nurture our Souls!

Thank God!

By Don Bobbitt, July, 2017, All commercial Rights Reserved!

Antagonish – please go away!

I was watching a British detective story yesterday when the detective quoted a couple of lines of Rhyme that intrigued me.
But, for hours after that, and even into my sleep that night, the words kept running around in my head,
and now I wish they would go away (sic)!

Anyway, here’s a copy of the poem by William Hughes Mearns;

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!

Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away.

by William Hughes Mearns (1899)

reference by Don Bobbitt

What I Got! – Today!

Wanna know what I got?

I got a rising Sun over the Atlantic shining in my Eyes.

I got Palm Trees waving in the morning breeze,

I got warm Sand under my feet and in my plastic shoes.

I got strangers, walking by, smiling and saying Hello to me.

I got families with small children giggling as they play at the edge of the Water.

I got waves coming in and wiping out sand castles built with such care, only an hour ago.

Or, should I just say;

I got Life, surrounding me with so many great things that I just have to Smile stupidly at everyone that I see.

by DON BOBBITT, April,4 2017

Copyright Don Bobbitt, April, 2017, All Rights Reserved.

The Greatest Day of your Life

The greatest day of your life is …. today!

Yesterdays are just history waiting to collect cobwebs in your memory.

Tomorrow is never assured to ever happen, for anyone.

Today?

Well, Today you can smile, live, love and share yourself with others.

Isn’t that great?

 

by Don Bobbitt, January, 20, 2017

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I love Sunsets

I love Sunsets.

I always have and I always will.

These random acts of Nature are one of those natural phenomenon we all see regularly, and far too often we just ignore them as we rush through our busy lives.

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 A Thought on a Timeline, Love wanderings.

Hopefully, this thought will grow ….. into a train.

(Day-1) You don’t have to Love Me,

Because I already do!

(Day-2) You don’t even have to care,

For the little things I do!

(Day-3) Oh, sure!

You pretend, You hug, You smile,

You, oh so slyly, act

like you do!

(Day-4)
But we both know,

we’re like magnets,

our feelings are stronger when we’re close,

yet weaker when we’re apart.

(Day-5)

Love, like an old car,

takes more work and polish

to keep it looking good.

(Day-6)

 

Damn Cold! Kindness and patience are not virtues of a sick man.

Why am I Sad?

Why am I Mad?

Why do I want to just………..

WELL,

i’ve had this Cold for 3 damn days!

with a nose so Red I could lead Santa’s Sleigh!

My lungs are so congested

just breathing sounds

like gravel

rattling in an old tin can.

And my joints don’t just ache,

they throb ….. with each breath I take.

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The Wonder of it all

Sometimes,

just Sometimes,

Not all of the time, mind you,

but Sometimes,

I Wonder!

By Don Bobbitt, August, 2015

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Inspiration, over thought.

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Fellow writer, Jeffrey Smith shared a poem of his not long ago (I over-thought my thoughts.) and it inspired me. As I absorbed the brevity and simplicity of the poem, I came up with a response, of sorts, and here it is.

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I read a poem, it made me smile.

Derailed my mind, for a tiny while.

Great thoughts ran, their own short race,

Taking me to another place ……Inspiration!

by Don Bobbitt, April, 2015

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Copyright, Don Bobbitt, August, 2015, All Rights Reserved. You are free to enjoy and share this article with your friends and others, but if you wish to use it commercially, you must have the authors permission, in writing.

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The Search is Long and Futile?

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I keep looking,

for intelligence,

from the people, famous, idolized and revered as they are,

in this crazy world of ours.

I read what they say,

and, I weigh it, in my mind with such hope.

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Pride?

 

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If I ask a man for a Hand,

Then it’s because I need it!

If I give a man a hand,

Then it’s because I need it!

by Don Bobbitt, March 16, 2015

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Copyright, Don Bobbitt, March, 2015, All Rights Reserved. You are free to enjoy and share this article with your friends and others, but if you wish to use it commercially, you must have the authors permission, in writing.

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Just Three Words, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow!

 

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Three Words that are you.
Denial is futile, the truth is what it is.

Three Words define your life.

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Showers and Vodka

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Afternoon Heat,
Racing Clouds with Black Bellies,
Bursting across the fairways.
Rain Blowing, almost horizontal.

And Me?

Just sitting on the Lanai,
Vodka for me and
White Wine for my Lady.

Laughing at Mother Nature,
her sense of Humor,

and her Consideration

of our Comfort by cooling us down.

Thanks Old Girl!

Don

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