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.

When Tears Matter


last dance

eyes search empty

barware cling to naked

shoulders wear years of pleasure

beyond the pain brought us to our knees

once before.


remembers him

he ignores certain

charm, that sort of love

seemed ever apparent wet

sobs, pleasure moments to breathe

that gasp


wants her

always did when

ever legs became wiry

weak knees, flush brow hope,

her ass sways in a way reminds

him of his hands

strange how we love our fingertips,

they become us,

when watching this woman walk away

her hips reminded me,

only in a genteel way

there’s no insult here

love my sensual imagination –

she always knew that


today, we’re alone,

a walk in the park where one night,

his love, her passion, his need, her beauty

together, while he laid nearby,

they wrought the wood natural,

until in a late moon she laughed again,

when tears matter.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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