I can only speak of experience,
of which I’ve been often confused,
wondering if it were resilience,
or a strong desire to not be refused.
I would venture to imagine today
every woman I’ve known in my life,
has been inspirational in a way,
teaching me that advantage is rife.
Oh there were the young first loves
the sort had me by the balls feeling fear,
wondering how to control silly doves,
winged melodic sounds could bring tear.
And the search was on for a lonely man
to find the beauty, elegance, a want to relate,
ah the physicality of passion then so ran
the gamut upon defining a true soul-mate.
When while the life of man becomes real
the ideal, the beauty of her grace sing elegance
we did in time recognize the love surreal
of her, that sweet demeanor is reality’s chance.
Oh I have experienced sweetness, shadows above
Do suggest, her sensuality true, the one I do love
I chose her to be delicious, to be vulnerable, to appear lovely,
she could hear me breathe across the room,
I wanted her to settle her heart in anticipation to hear me freely
gasp while her beauty did my eyes consume
She was there only for the thrill of mystique, our desire
to play with a surreal notion of capture,
without worry she is confident no harm while the fire
of swift passion our bodies could endure.
Hers is a vulnerability meant to be designed with a care
for well being, a pleasant elegance is she
wrapped in silks, a lingerie a man would dream to dare
be the rapture of his fantasy only for free.
the blindfold in the moment to allow my rasps would direct
her hands to sweep her arms to taste an air
of sheer coveted need, as damp tease she could sense a perfect
opportunity now as wanton touch might dare.
I did glance the pensive expression on her lovely face
the sort that indicates arousal is indeed
of a quiet climax soon to moans and my own steady pace
would we together intermingle her lead.
For it is I the observer who steams along for this ride,
I watch as soon her beauty unravels a release
as when now our skin touch, sensation begins a tide
gentle storms select surreal … soft is her peace.
I choose the highlands
that reach toward the sky,
I live to know the heights
where my soul might linger
in a sweet peace of this world,
where it is I am in destiny,
the travels of my mind.
I know so little of what is time,
can only wish and dream perhaps
there might be a delight in line
for all of our heart felt agony.
I wonder often of failure
how the remark contains me
if it were just only a test
a limitless horizon of humanity
would it be so powerful then
once I might understand pathways.
I was once a child of a decade
where screen doors and trails,
soft breeze and playful friends
hot summers and weekend skis
the wisp of romance quite vivid
in the eyes of an older sib.
I remember then when life
could be as transparent as
the picture window in my home.
What happened to muddy the glass,
where is when I did suddenly
come to terms with losing idyllic
prayer and spiritual guidance?
How did I get to be so critical
of simply my own sacred humanity?
Why is it when I wake in the morning sun
my dreams become a starker reality,
a place where hope and beauty
always measured, isn’t a natural
course of my day’s mechanics?
I was watching you one evening
the music pounding my ears,
my body writhing to the rhythm,
yet you miles away in the heights
celebrating love, exploding sensuality
if I could lift my heart to you
like the potion driven magic
of my favorite never found chemist,
might I then find my peak,
while settling into ethereal arms
of passion and grace, would I with a smile
glance upon that valley of my dreams.
*photo credit – allen parseghian
a sweet kiss on your cheek, my risk
perhaps yours too, yet I was …
well I didn’t know how you would feel,
then you smiled, my heart skipped, I laughed …
For when she walked away that night,
I knew love, something,
there was this special part of me –
you awakened me in the quiet of my restless world.
‘will you come up for a little while’
that standard set of words that reality that place
where a man wants to rest his body
that beauty of a woman’s invitation.
of course he wants to go up there,
he knows that when they are together,
the world will change, without any need to wonder,
she will open up her world to his eyes.
oh how easy that used to be,
when falling in love meant laying aside
any need to analyze the moment,
oh how easy it was to see her … beauty
‘I’ve been wearing these jeans for eight days,
they fit just right, don’t you think?’
Don’t you think, don’t ever think, don’t let your mind
interrupt this idyllic world of grace and harmony.
We were three floors above the rest of the world,
the door opened, and center stage,
her world, she invited me in, and we shared
our body, spirit, our demons and angels, our love.
sometimes memory just isn’t enough
when we touch we remember how much
we wanted each other,
I remember wanting you – right now.
She would move in puzzles
the sort that might twist my mind,
sinewy legs, rambling arms,
her breasts alive in silks
meant only for my eyes
in a crowd of many,
yet my eyes would find hers,
search inside her world,
where her hips would move
my loins as the sweat would pour
our bodies in unison
moving on marble floors
we could do it right here,
if only for a society that
might allow sweet liberties,
the sort you write home about.
move with me please would
her shoulders plead my hands
her thigh inside my own legs
her hips gyrating to the blues.
I would watch her in a moonlit sky,
move through the breeze with a need
to only release a lovely energy
the sort that if offered may swoon.
we may dance inside each other’s
minds, passion filled, recreating
a seductive sojourn, her sensuality.
if only the dance floor became my reality.
When I could feel you move,
you danced, and I followed, only holding on,
knowing you were there,
my side brushing yours, chest gracing
I could play all night
if the right melody
brought your eyes inside my own,
if I could be there now,
When the music played,
I will listen to your gasps,
the delicious nature of a heated exchange
of lips and tongue and grasps and ass,
When the music plays,
I will dance with her.