Blogger?

I wrote out a blog, it sounded so neat, it was cute and fancy just writing was a treat.
My husband could not believe of his wife, that she'd sit and write something for
everyone's sight.  Something to read, something to sell, something to ponder, something to tell.
Something so easy, so quick and so clear, something she writes, my baby so dear.  I laugh
at his look, a wink with my eye, I tell him to trust me, he's my special guy.  I hug him and squeeze
him, and tell him to trust, I write oh so clearly, I write what I must.  And all he does say, or all
he might whisper, is my darling, my sweet, my little pen twister.  I tap that small pen to my lip with
a sigh, I peer in to him so deep I could cry, I read his mind, with mine so tender, I listen with
softness, my heart I'll surrender.  He knows this, he loves this, he hears me complete, I've never
spoken I'm a devilish treat.  I'm his and he's mine, and though I shall write, it's blogging gone bye-bye
it's all him for the night.  So blogging I may and blogging I might, but this oh just this, is all for tonight.
SJ