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.

While I Imagine Her


I stood in that doorway,

just the other day,

the instant draw of

scraped concrete,

the age of my last walk.

 

I stood in that doorway,

imagined her,

when we would laugh,

might laugh,

didn’t care either way.

 

I stood in that doorway,

could feel her skin,

pressing into mind,

I could sense her rise

into my chest, oh my.

 

I stood in that doorway,

she let me inside,

any time I felt wet,

she was always able,

sheath my need from the storm.

 

I stood in a doorway,

tried to recreate her eyes,

searching me for reason,

just answer me this,

she might cry real tears.

 

I stood in that doorway,

felt her warmth envelop me,

draw my tension into her,

we would cradle our desire,

while the storm began around us.

 

I walked outside last night,

into the rain,

felt the surge of release,

no shelter from the rage,

She smiled in that doorway.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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