My Secret

He doesn’t wear a tie, he tired of ties and suits

having been choked by them for all those decades

but if I asked to see him wearing an Armani tuxedo

he would patiently don the very best for my pleasure

he’s a man among men, a manager of many men….

and of me, when I’m distraught he manages always

to calm me, confused, he manages to give confidence

only he can solicit open conversation, girlish giggles

his mind is a wealth of knowledge a well of wisdom

he is excitement and safety, I’m at home with him

but his presence gives me the proverbial butterflies

and his touch melts my heart like spent candle wax

so gentle is his demeanor but he has a will of steel

tenacity of an angered, jumbo, Chesapeake Bay crab

manners of a true gentleman, touch of a true lover

even a reticent kiss can still expose his inner fire

in my thoughts he is the best of everything always

in my heart the comfort for all my present sorrows

he is the tender fire of love’s passion in my bed

the sweetest secret I’ve ever embraced, My Man

LBR