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.

Value Driven

We spoke at the bar,

a typical foray,

always on my game,

she was just my way,

I wandered from afar.


She wore a tight pencil skirt

eyes were determining my urgency

I wanted her certainly in a frame

of mind would hide my blatancy

for a time to allow my simple flirt


Oh the hours would go by tonight

in my own frightened manner

would I ever be allowed to tame

my lusts, desires, need to have her,

I discovered smiles I’d hope might


give my male self the dominance

to fulfill this quest of an evening tryst

where when as a child my inner shame

could bury me like a slap on my wrist.

for controlling offered no sort of innocence.


The night sky or ambience of some chance

became the stark shine of neon’s fright

another evening gone, and me so lame

to hope we bed one another this night,

I bid adieu and into strange airs did advance.


I wonder sometimes about the moments behind

where does the tension of polite escape unwind.


2 responses

  1. Stark emotional nakedness…bravery so rare…so precious

    Liked by 1 person

    December 10, 2015 at 12:00 am

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