Thank the Cowboy For the Ride

She looked him up
and she looked him down.
She started to speak but
couldn't make a sound.

There he lay fully aroused
upon her bed
Wearing nothing but a cowboy hat
on his head.

She bit her lower lip
and tried to suppress a moan
but he excited her more
than she had ever known.

He smiled slowly and his
eyes dropped low.
He glanced at her legs and
brought his eyes up slow.

She walked over and
kneeled on the bed.
She then put a hand
on each side of his head.

She lowered her mouth
to cover his
and ever so seductively
she gave him a kiss.

As her tongue moved from
his mouth to his chest
his fingertips trailed up
to massage her breast.

Their breathing quickened
and their hearts did race
as she went further down
to kiss another place.

She kissed his toes
and nipped his knees.
She licked his thighs
then continued her tease.

She lapped at his navel
and softly bit his neck.
She rubbed her breasts up his chest
then she gave his lips a peck.

He groaned and grasped
her thighs so tight
then he rolled her over
until the position was right.

He looked down at her
before he suckled her breast
then he reached between them
to find her ready for the rest.

She wrapped her legs around him tight
as he entered her without restraint.
He thrust and touched and grabbed and kissed
until she came so intensely she thought she might faint.

Deeper in love
and side by side.
She kissed him tenderly
and thanked the cowboy for the ride



Copyright © 1997 - Heather Cacciatori

True Love

As your heart beats with mine,
It's beat, beat, beat 'till the end of time.
We are joined by our love so we can't get lost
As one and one equals one.
Together we will dance an endless dance.
Our love will make the music and
Our hearts will take the chance.
It's the song of all songs, and the dance of all dances.
Time and matter cease to exist as we melt
Into each other to form a bond that can never
Be torn apart.

You are my love, my heartbeat, my life..
You are the one that forever has waited for, and
You have chosen me to join you on that journey through life
With the promise of eternal love on your lips
...And in my heart!



Copyright © 1995 - Heather Cacciatori

Turning Tide

It's a churning sea,
A riptide of emotion,
Pushing one forward and
Pulling another back.
It's unknown what will be left on the shore
And what will be swept into the unforgiving tide.
Love? Regret? Passion? Temptation? Loneliness?

I sit and look at you, then wonder what
It is that's changed since yesterday.
Can I still give you all my tomorrows?
Is forever even long enough?
Further happiness may be around the next corner
But the loss may not be worth the risk.

Years have passed since we began building a life together.
The deep love has grown shallow,
The hot passion now a dull flame,
The tender touches a habit rather than a need.
Words are whispered to fill the silence
And a kiss is just something to do.
Is it possible for our love to have grown dormant,
Hiding in the soul waiting to be woken?
Has our love dried out, withering away
To leave only wonderment before moving on?

Are your eyes reflecting my inner turmoil,
Feeling lost in your own heart,
Or is your love for me still strong and without hesitation?
Leaving you, I cannot do,
For you have done nothing wrong
But everything right.
I cannot cause the pain, the uncertainty, the loss.

I sometimes wish you could,
Wish you would do one thing wrong,
Wish you would finally have enough,
Wish you would set yourself free.
A breath of relief...then wonderment
If that is really what I want after all.

It's not easy; nonetheless, I cannot do to you
What so many have done before.
I cannot see the hurt in your eyes,
The tears streaking your cheeks,
The frown of your mouth,
The break of your heart.

So I wait for the churning of the tide
To bring back to me what was lost in the sea.



Copyright © 2000 - Heather Cacciatori

Unrecognized Dreams

I want
...to fall in love with you again
...to enjoy the feel of your arms around me
...to absorb the warmth of your touch on my skin.

I close my eyes and wish I could melt into your kiss.
I long for my knees to go weak as passion for you floods my veins.
I want nothing more than to want you once more.

My heart cries out to need you near me.
My toes wish to curl with the feel of your lips.
My lungs wish to constrict with your soft caress.
My mouth wishes to moan your name from something other than mere habit.
My desire runs so deep into my soul that it tears at my heart,
When they don't become reality.

These recent desires go unnoticed by you
And your love is still strong as the oak we planted years ago
When our love was new.
There's nothing I want more than to go back in time
And hold those feelings tighter to me
In hopes they will not fade away.

I roll over and place my arm around you as you sleep
And the sigh that my soul releases is troubled,
As my heart breaks from unrecognized dreams.



Copyright © 2001 - Heather Cacciatori

Words

Words are something you can't take back. You can say I'm sorry, but not even that will take the pain away. It will be too late, as they were already spoken and already heard.

So many times we try to make amends after our angry words have been said. We all say "It's okay" then we pretend to forget the words that cut so deep. But deep down, we know that it's not really okay, at all. Years later, those painful words can still ring in our minds and tear at our hearts.

I have learned this lesson from you. You have taught me how painful such words can be and how they can torture a broken and lonely soul. You have showed me not to believe in others, as love shows weakness in oneself--not strength. When I was a little girl, you used to tell me you wanted to leave a lasting impression on me when I left home. You did.



Copyright © 1991 - Heather Cacciatori

You Again

I wondered when you would leave my mind--
When you would let me leave my memories behind.
I thought that was what I wanted
So that a new love I could then find.

Finally, I gave up trying as
I never could find someone new.
No matter who they were
They never could compare to you.

Once again, I found true love
Funny that it's not with someone new.
Again you are the only one
That can make my heart beat true.

Hand in hand and heart to heart
We can make our dreams come true.
Since we have a second shot at love
My heart once again belongs to you.



Copyright © 1996 - Heather Cacciatori

A Monster Lives Inside of Me

A monster lives inside of me. It’s lived there for as long as I can remember, way down deep in the pit of my belly. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the same monster that had fueled my father's rages, if that was what made his eyes go cold and empty when he would scream at me.
I thought that I had gotten my monster from my father. It had never been as ferocious as his, but it was there and I fight like hell to keep it docile.

But sometimes when I get angry, the monster comes out. I know it and I had worked for years to learn how to control it, but sometimes the monster still gets the better of me. When I hurt, I get angry. And when I am angry, it’s easy to lose myself.

So I have to ask you as my lover and as my friend to acknowledge that I accept who I am and you must be sure that it is this person in which you choose to stand beside.

Copyright © 2007 - Heather Cacciatori

I Looked For You

I looked for you…I always look for you. With each catch, each throw, each play, I look into the crowd trying to catch your gaze. I know you won’t be there but I look anyways hoping to see your face hidden amongst the other supporters. You used to be there every time as it was our thing even when we didn’t have many. Now that we have so few I still believe this is our sport, our thing, our connection to a heartbeat that we so rarely share. I stand on the field scanning, imagining the look of pride I will see when I meet your eyes and even when you’re not there, I still pretend. I imagine that you’re watching from a place I can’t see…cheering with a clap I can’t hear. I remember the smile you’d have when the ball would land in my glove, the spark of pride with each great play…the memories always make me play harder.

I feel like I’m sixteen again, waiting for you to arrive. You were my teacher, my manager, my coach, and one of my biggest fans. You were my hero and my supporter. I still picture you…ball cap, blue jeans, t-shirt…smiling at me from the sidelines. I still hear the whispered pride as you brag about ‘your little girl’. I still feel the strong arm as it rests on my shoulders, congratulating me on a job well done. I’m an adult, yet I still long for your support, I still ache for your presence, and I’m still disappointed when I don’t see you in the crowd.

Maybe next game when I look for you, as I always do, you’ll be there. You are, after all, my dad and this is, after all, our thing.

Copyright © 2008 - Heather Cacciatori