I have this love for a woman. She moves my heart in ways I might never imagine. I knew this might be the case, when a few years ago, we were fortunate to see each other again. It has been since that day, my life has felt renewed.
I think sometimes people might choose to delay their satisfaction with life, based upon societal purpose. I know that she would rather I didn’t bring that reality up, yet, I cannot help myself, for she moves me and I am left with a wonder always.
Being a man there are certain pleasures I count on. I do enjoy the passion of physical touch, the energy, the unbridled release of finding her triggers and enhancing her desire to reach further. She has given me such opportunity to know her in a deeper level than any woman I have encountered or shared time with in my entire life.
There is a definitive nature of realism in our intimate life. We both know the consequence of our desires and passion. Yet, we also understand there is a psychic bond to our desire to find one another’s pulse in the act of lovemaking. To be without that desire or need to find each other, is sometimes rattling to me, as I am sure it is with her. But we have lives that prevent our love from becoming a forever in each other’s eyes. In other words, we are not always in each other’s arms, and we are left with memory and fantasy instead.
Tonight I write in wonder, I give my page the words that are in my mind that I think about on a constant basis. I also want to acknowledge the psychic energy we share with one another. Today I was out in public, writing, sipping coffee, and trying to imagine where she might be. I believe we were close by one another. I also believe tonight as I finish this commentary we are in each other’s mind, for she has been in mine since my every waking moment.
I choose to respond to the psychic nature of love and trust its well-being is meant to preserve what is true in our lives.
It’s when our lives in truth become a show,
We value love, under a moon’s beget
For isn’t truth in how her eyes do glow
A fine recall of what we now regret.
I wrote you notes, turned letters from afar.
Imagined gravel roads your steps would fall
Upon the sliding summer day a star
Could always light our way sweet road recall
To know the stars could still for us align
Bring hope alive inside my scrutiny.
For now today in love I might malign
My precious world could bring me to my knee.
To know her elegance I wish afford.
Such world I’m told where love is man’s reward.
I have watched my life become what it is today,
so many opportunities, chances I might say,
helped me to define who I am
in a natural sort of epic slam.
We are forever drawn by shadows of opportunity
the sort will stand nearby, play with sanity,
while others simply do proceed,
we need fruition to succeed.
I wonder about the people that already know
we see their quiet exterior where we go
wish to be their silent muse
gather evidence enough to amuse.
If I go back I am afraid of what it is I have said,
more than thirty years ago when wasted
I would suggest some liberty
might today soften scrutiny.
I suppose it is my own natural heart believes
the tall tales of unbridled fiction it weaves
remain steadfast and indeed proud
no self-pity will be allowed.
I do give pause to the life I have somehow led
leaves me here inside a wound readily bled
I wish for only peace of mind,
I wonder though if I might rewind.
The turbulent nature of fitting in, finding solace
broken by the battering of a solution driven chase
Vent – a hole or space that allows air, gas, or smoke to escape or fresh air to enter
Perhaps I didn’t need to qualify, but, I suppose I just want to be clear. I have been writing this blog for a little over a year and a few months, and during that time, have unwittingly discovered many things about myself along the way. For one, the actions I take on these pages, really are no different than the ones I practice in my daily life. Granted, I have more freedom here, but the luxury of being able to explore my internal identity has been nothing short of fascinating.
I began this blog because a mutual writer of erotica suggested I do so. Who would know this process has improved my personal life to no end, yet, at the same time, continues to fascinate me with the avenues the writing, the interactions allow me to experience. I am grateful to the handful of people I interact with on a regular basis. All of you, and you know who you are have given me support when I wished to rip my hair out, felt I had revealed too much, and simply needed to be calmed down with a dose of reality. I thank you, each of you for leaving judgment aside and letting our growth help one another along.
To be sure, this site has enhanced my writing, there is no question, the last fifteen months have been spectacular in giving me the confidence to pursue my goals as a writer. For many years I imagined the possibility of writing erotica and I always put the benefits before the words. Today, as I write this passage, I am happy the words have taken the lead, and my efforts really are toward honing my skills as a writer. That said, the benefits remain delicious, yet, not nearly as rampant or constant as some of you might perceive. If that offers a lovely solace to your day though, I am happy.
I have written about a great number of topics here, mostly erotica, but ventured in several directions. I have been received well, and have confidence that people do, who take the time, know my genuine offerings as a writer and reader and human being. I am a blogger certainly, but my goal is to enhance my writing and along the way, turn anyone on that desires to join the ride, shall we say.
In the very near future, my schedule changes dramatically, and somehow I will have to ‘curb the enthusiasm’ (hah) of this genre so provocative and evident to my daily life. As I live and breathe, I am compelled to find the words. I wish everyone well, and thank you for listening. Write, delight, and read on …
P.S. I am inspired to do this as I have noticed many recent similar writings on other pages – must be the time of year! 🙂
What is it inspires sexual passion? Is it just simply that I like sex? I don’t think it is. I think there is a far deeper rooting going on. Many would argue about now – family of origin bullshit, and I suppose it cannot be too far off. I was the youngest of a bunch of siblings, with a tired couple of parents who partied their asses off during their time, so genetically I guess I was predisposed. But, now today, I wonder sometimes why it is I am constantly drawn to a beautiful woman, a person who simply eschews elegance, a delight that only walks into a room, and has me literally swooning at the sheer sensuality she brings with her.
I’m a guy, so that physicality is a huge piece of my attraction, but I have to say, I have been far more turned on by some of the conversations I have had with the women I have met here, once they tolerated my constant come-ons and got down to the business of actually sharing intelligent dialogue. I am easily attracted to a person that shares like interests, thus, my partner and I have been together for nearly three decades, and we do like a lot of the same things. There are some ideals though, we don’t share, and so my mind wants to stray, like any self-righteous male would attest.
On this site, I post a lot of erotica. This started out as an experiment, but this venue of writing has been something I have wanted to do, but had never found the correct discretionary tools by which to do so. I can happily say tonight, I am able to really pour out my soul with the frivolity of my sexual fantasies, and the reception has been nothing short of delightful. Yet, it brings me back to my original question. What is it that drives my libido? Since I have been writing here I have experienced countless catharses, from the early notion of playing with the attraction of seducing women online, to now today, continuing to explore what it is that I desire from ‘woman’ as she is defined in my life.
I am truly drawn to sensuality. I am completely swooned by eyes, by legs, by a woman who comfortably allows herself to be sexually provocative in public. Yet, I struggle to find that common ground with what is generally a universal mindset and what is my own mindset in comparison. I know I am a compulsive person – just search ‘addiction’ and you will recognize my history – but I am convinced that my motivations here are to please and not to simply take.
I used to take, and wanted to take, well, quite frankly there are so many beautiful writers here it is difficult to not be tempted. ( I am still a male as I write this ). Yet, tonight as I write this, I am using my blog to explore some real thoughts, and welcome any feedback, ideas, or notions, or …
Ah, libido, we all should take the time to touch upon our own desires, right?