NSFW – Adults Only Please – My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

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Analogous Answers


We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,

hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,

we struggled with our eyes today,

a desire to find, unwind, to define.

 

Let’s return to touch for a minute,

we know each other’s response,

a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love

always with us wherever the need.

 

A suggestion made at one point,

A reach, a desire to comfort her,

easily noticed and always allowed,

for there is love in the moment.

 

I know that now the term I sing,

‘if you love someone, set them free’

cannot be asked about or known,

the idea simply will become the mean.

She Walks Ahead


Outside a romantic air,

indicates love,

we might intertwine fingers

to please one another,

the skin that alive arouses a moment,

when least anticipated,

I see to be enticed.

Sunset allows a measure of time,

the changing hour,

when our passions become a yearn,

a need, a want, a smile, a taste,

a hand dives alongside thighs alive.

 

We walk, talk, imagine next,

find allowance for a separation,

knowing soon our bodies

intertwined,

will share an evening sky

together.

A Simple Layered Elegance


Her robes did convert her elegance

into a certain delight,

the long, sinewy nature of legs,

drawn inside the fabric,

a hand could reach and tease skin,

always aware,

the notion needed to dive inside,

yet for now she was spectacular,

the ribboned designs,

rainbows and blended lines

caressed her body in a way

that eyes would follow forever,

wanting everything inside,

a thoughtful exploration

would carry me further,

only if when I glanced in her eyes …

yes!

Convoluted Love


He said, the only reason is love,

questions in her mind suggested, what is …

his definition, compared to her own,

what she feels, does he understand,

he wants what she knows, yet, will he, can she,

how might their peace of mind,

find grounding.

 

For it is that peace in our lives,

causes us,

on a beautiful summer afternoon,

to respond to the sounds,

the birds in morning,

the wisp of breeze in a hot afternoon,

the starlit ambience of night fall,

in all of these imaginable sensory explosions

 

we are still seeking semblance,

asking for balance,

allowing that risk and edge to indicate

our lives are brief in the greater

scheme of things,

yet what is the

universal design.

 

What is love,

love is why we cry.

Thinking About This


I often wonder about notions,

an idea, plays out in my head,

I formulate my own opinion,

a funny sort of discrete decision.

 

Not yet, my mind tells me,

not ready to share with anyone else,

and there begins the battle,

because I do,

I so want to,

there’s a part of me that wants to free the world,

my world I suppose,

actually, our world,

because I think, wait a second, I mean,

we all seem to … have a want;

so that everyone around me will know

what’s in my head,

what I’m imagining,

 

Thinking about this.

He Said, She Said More


he would spend his time explaining,

she might smile,

he might wish her eyes were dreaming,

she would let him know.

 

he could wish her happiness,

she would tell him,

he would breathe a deep sigh,

she would love him.

 

A sweet morning sunlight,

skies spectacular in romantic drifts,

streaking clouds,

hands that touch with a certain need.

 

By the rail of the public dock,

he pulled her close,

she let lips caress his,

their hands began a celebration.

 

This was his need,

she did offer love,

he would believe

she could feel loved.

 

Their passion furthered

in the long grass,

a shadowed sunlight

under a naked tree.

 

Here was their kiss,

a long and enduring time,

she did suggest tone,

he followed a direction known.

 

Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,

inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.

 

 

Clueless Agony


On the horizon, a wall looms,

we reach inside for garden tools,

protect the hibiscus, secure the lawn

decorations – that peace of mind.

What happens next,

we cannot control,

yet why is it in our own lives,

that survival, is all we try to do,

mask the insecurity so no one might know,

deep inside we are as

frail to the notion of real as is the vine

sudden storm clouds will rip apart.

Nature always wins,

despite the efforts of many,

to hide the furthest

indication of that surreal

slide.

 

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