I wrote this poem through the eyes of my husband. This is how I thought he felt every time he had to leave and go out on the road.
A TRUCKERS LIFE
4/18/02
There you were
it was like a fire from deep within.
I looked at you and
could feel the heat
now your in my bed and
I can't get you out of my head,
I know I will have to leave
to get you out of my head.
I get in my rig and
wish you were here
I picture you lying
beside me in my bed.
The curve if your back
the feel of your ass
pushed back against me.
Your breasts so full and
round wanting to be licked.
Your legs so firm and long.
I know I have to get you
out of my mind.
From Atlanta to Denver
I want to feel you
in my arms.
To smell you
to touch you
make love to
you one last time.
I just wish we
had more time.
they say you
leave your heartache
at each state line,
but how can I do
that when I can't
get you out of my mind.
The phone calls aren't enough.
I want you in my arms
and in my bed.
I guess I'll have
to live with you in
my head.
Till the next time
your in my bed.
What a life we lead always in need
of that touch that
pushes you on through
the night.
I guess thats
the plite of the
truck drivers life?
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