Love, forever.

Originally posted to Facebook on March 10, 2021. Malette, I don’t need to know all the whys and wherefores. I don’t need to ask the ultimate question. I already know that the answer to every question is you. I love you. Happy anniversary. 42 42 years together. 42 years to…

We lay together for an hour, My hand cupping your breast. I move my hand down to touch you, But your arm, wrapped in the sheet Blocks me like a wall, impenetrable. I move my hand to yours and my thoughts Recall the thick headiness of our love And lust…

My underwear’s too tightMy clothes just don’t fit rightI reach out for you babyBut you’re no where in the nightAnd you don’t sayA thing.You say you want a thrillThat you are on the pillBut baby if my wife finds outIt’s me she’s gonna killAnd you don’t sayA thingBaby since I…

I’m counting the daysI’m counting the weeksI’m counting the hoursUntil I am free.All of the secretsI’ll leave behindTo fall away like shacklesFrom my troubled mind.There are so many thingsI’ve yet to do and seeThe promise of a good lifeIs waiting for me.Will I  live long enoughTo make it all worthwhileThe…

Every so often I like to share what I’m currently working on.  As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m working on the manuscript for a story tentatively titled, ‘Clarice’.   I’ve got around 42,000 words so far.  While story development is slow, because I’m pulled in so many different directions,…

(refrain) I believe in Jesus, He led me to you, But your body’s unfaithful And your heart is untrue. I believe in Jesus, He showed me the light How I work every day And you’re gone every night. I believe in Jesus, I don’t mean to complain, But how can…

I wrote this for my wife, Malette, on our thirty-seventh wedding anniversary yesterday. A lasting relationship, as imperfect as it may be, transcends mere love, to form a bond that is stronger, and is linked inevitably to our mutual destiny. © Copyright 2016 by Kevin Fraleigh.

Although Eleanor and Robert had pledged their love and set a date to be married, her mother still prayed fervently to God that a good man would come along to marry her.   Unlike her mother,  Eleanor realized that there were no good men or bad men, just complex men.  And…

“Of all the curses from the fall, the most insidious and pervasive is that of love,” he said. © Copyright 2015 by Kevin Fraleigh.