These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
I lay on my back with my hand on my son as he sits up, playing with his teething toys. Slow rock plays from the record collection I have inherited from Nick. I tap the small toddlers thigh along with the beat of the Rival Sons song, Where I've Been. Today has been one of those Sundays, where you take the time to celebrate each others company. In the corner of my eye, I see Nick walk past the living room and then immediately come back.
She's pushed the coffee table back as she lays in between it and the couch on the carpet, diligently watching our son. The boy sit up as he sticks his toy in his mouth. The rock song plays softly in the corner as she taps his thigh. I walk into the living room, placing the voting ballots on the couch arm and sliding down next to her. She makes eye contact with me and smiles wide. It's one of those Sundays.
The small boy reaches up onto the couch and pulls himself up, balancing on the low cushion. He has been able to do that for a while. It's still cute and surprising. My stomach growls. I haven't eaten today. I sit up and turn to Nick. "I'm going to the kitchen. I'll be back. Don't steal my spot." He laughs and I stand.
I watch her exit the living room and walk into the kitchen. She opens the fridge and takes out a yogurt cup. Her hair in disarray as she pulls a spoon out of the drawer. She skin glistens as she looks out the window, opening the cup. Happiness spreading around her like a fucking halo. I love these mornings. Something shifts next to me and my eyes follow it to my son. My eyes widen and my mouth drops. "Babe!"
His voice scares me and I place the yogurt cup on the counter. I race to the living room to find my husband on his feet as well as my son, using no support. The toddler steps forward and I gasp as he wobbles. My husband shhs me as the boy takes another step.
"Call him towards you." I look to my wife for a brief second. Her hands are covering her mouth with the same wide eyes that I had a second before. I look down to him again and then crouching down to him to catch him if he falls over.
"Come here baby boy. Come to mama." I crouch down to his level with my arms out and he smiles and coos, taking another waddling step. "Come to mama, baby boy." He takes another step, almost to me. Tears break the surface of my eyes. "Come here to mama." He takes last step before falling into me.
The boy falls into his mother and I laugh out in joy. She stands with him in his arms and starts kissing his small head. I join the embrace as the tears stream down her face. I place a kiss on my son's forehead and then one on her lips. I can't find the words to express how happy I am right now.
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