I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Where Hands Rest


A sunny afternoon mix with window pane glitter,

his hand would rest well between her breasts,

the fabric upon sweet skin a tease in her rest

lying back against his chest feels so much better

~

A nap in slumber he will feel her fingertips slide

then once upon him she does a quiet grasp

if when she wants she might she would, clasp

her hand around his whole, his desire to ride

~

awakens a mellow smile, their lips now caress,

his free hand moves again taste certain heat

she writhes, grin, a gasp, a stroke, eyes meet

mystique becomes a moment, his hand, her dress

~

When hands can find beauty in a quiet privacy

perform surreal lover’s rise, only their hands see

One response

  1. 👏👏👏

    Liked by 1 person

    October 5, 2015 at 1:07 am

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