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 We Were Real

When we needed no prompts

accept the pleasure of real,

while all around the humanity

of our day,

continued to be on display.


When ripping your clothes off

created a chuckle of passionate embrace,

when the skin we caressed became heated

in a delicious manner toward reaching that nirvana

we thought about all day until now.


While the world outside continued

with routine ambiance, in here

we began an exploration with tongues and hands,

wet with desire, gasps to instruct us,

time was our own body playful in release.


Then suddenly eyes,

always in the middle of love-making,

that moment, when after strength and urgency

found her every region,

she would turn to me and plead.


In my own agony toward a pleasure’s moment,

I would search inside,

find a way to allow her own confidence

to know what we are about to do,

is truly beautiful in innocence, perilous in mind.


Young stars at our own game,

each of us trying to better the other hand,

to reach a climax might be too soon,

perhaps always an opportunity,

certainly never too late – she does writhe.


Want, this day to last forever,

as now arching our backs in unison,

we feel an internal explosion, a standard,

we come to anticipate,

yet each time we’re led breathless in release.


To share love with you as real as the moment we piece

together in our minds, surely offers a delightful peace.

3 responses

  1. Heartafire

    When we were real…a great title for this, beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    November 28, 2015 at 4:49 pm

  2. Great piece. In particular I love this line: “time was our own body playful in release.” It is brilliant.


    November 29, 2015 at 11:02 pm

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