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.

The Poet

Recently, she suggested that wasn’t an option,

She would not return his words,

Not a fearful proclamation really, more a safeguard

For matching words with someone

She did truly give the gift of confidence.


He remained quiet in his own world,

Aware of the beauty she had so kindly shared with him,

His psyche graced with pleasure,

He would always find her eyes again,

In there, in her sea of enchantment, he finds his words.


I wonder if she really does know,

He chuckles, in a dignified manner, there isn’t a tone

Of malice in his mind when he imagines her


Beyond skin, touch, soft, pleasure, release my mind.


So the poet suggest we find peace in the magic of morning,

The essence of nightfall with starlit reminder

Our world is together borne

By inspiration, in the truth of love,

And the poet, well certainly a fortunate spectator.


While we danced across the tiles one night,

Our fantasy in shrouds of mystique,

The eyes became lost in the brilliance

Of an energy so often yearned for yet tonight,

In the hands of the lightning rod’s conductor.


She did, he knew, have words, would she, the Poet.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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