NSFW – Adults Only Please – My goal with this page constantly evolves – there was a time when all I wanted was to pique a woman's interest in the hope we connect through writing, dialogue … today, with all of the wonderful inspiration I've received, my need is to further my respect and intrigue in the sensual nature of 'woman' in all of her grace and elegance. I do hope you might enjoy!

Erotic Poetry

It Is That Soft Touch


When we do go there,

our miles of dialogue discerned,

eyes searching, want,

the sudden though balanced

shift from anxiety to desire,

when we do, when touch

becomes central.

 

I imagine silk scarves covering her nakedness,

everything else is normalcy,

yet silk,

slides so effortlessly,

fun to pull with fingers,

or teeth,

more pleasurable to imagine,

the arousal, her skin, come alive

knowing she is being

loved in a physical way.

 

Oh there is certain in anticipation,

a rosy set of –

untouched yet yearning,

he sees, she knows, he knows, she …

when a moment allows the wetness

envelops one,

a gasp,

save the other, though always balance,

until there is a certain languid

sensuality that slides his mouth along lines,

toward another part of her nakedness,

his mouth plays, tongue tease,

she does again,

gasp, as his mouth lowers,

his hands return silks,

the scarves,

to naked, peaked – ,

shout to the touch, while

now the center will be his aim.

 

Oh to spend time here,

with hands that find,

with lips that do taste,

a desire in her eyes, looking for his,

for he is on a watch,

to notice her upper lip

settle in quiver

as yes he does,

the circles begin,

the fingertips respond, explore, search,

a designed rhythm

whereby bodies are moving,

his anticipation grinds into a corner

of silk bedding, save for later.

 

For now it is the duty, desire of his tongue,

to find her arch, that involuntary sweep of

unbridled passion,

that wanton nature,

of finding her rhythm to reach …

ah, breathe sweet, spent, curls and lips

rest upon my shoulder,

I would then feel her hands,

 

begin again …


Days and Nights and Parks and Lights


For we did walk with a fresh step,

a gentle rain may fall nearby,

yet our hearts would shield away the pain,

for in the night sky,

the eyes did allow the galaxy to breathe,

and we were a couple of observations,

in the distant reality below,

this place where ideals arise

from simple shadows in delightful airs.

 

We could hold each other here,

a seemingly private distant reality,

a reflection of the night sky,

would caution an onlooker, to know,

to feel, to understand, there might be

love nearby,

and we did enjoy such a mellow air,

the spring like evening,

weeks before the dew,

no albatross of summer’s sting,

only you and me,

the sky and dream.

 

There is this gentle touch,

a promise of a sweet caress,

the moonlit illumination

quite apparent and so very rich

in passion, in giving, in a spiritual

mix of ritual and love,

together we did discover

there can be beauty in the

most profound manner of an

accentuated kiss.

 

I remember when the moment arose,

your fingertips removed any hindrance,

my desire, my lips, my reach,

to find a pleasure zone,

would be tonight a soft shoulder,

fabric aside and sensuality is naked,

a journey upon the skin that let’s love

remain standing in sweet harmony,

to a gasp, now a moan, now a thrust …

hands around, tangled in hair,

pulling me toward you, while I do

wish to further bury my soul inside

your sweet labyrinth.

 

Oh I do shudder at the notion of a moment,

when the night sky did give allowance,

a soft glance, sweet grasp, gasp my desire

in throes of our time, together, this time,

this now when all else seems swept aside,

and a travel, a journey, we mount our adventure

into the depths of desire, that is sweet,

quiet is our release.


While Watching Love


A quiet eye

simple dawn lighting

the afterward in hours measured

we too did love

create steady moment, the unbridled fare

consume our every touch

while each travel inside each other

called upon a slow

yet lovely realization

All consulate exhausted one another

so we might fall to rest

we

waking later I did

for length of my sated body

feel

her near

then I would glance

her hair flowing free across my chest

a sweet sensual length covers

her passionate release

whle I glance

knowing her center

will call toward want me further

In respectful elegance, her accentuate love.


45 minutes later


embrace

Is when I know you are still with me,

holding on,

basking in a wander we, two,

too, often find ourselves in wonder,

a land, a desire, a quiet privacy.

 

While a reflection stirs my mind,

I will circle again, a fingertip, the nature

of a passion, a sweet interaction,

the beginnings perhaps,

that would if we time given,

might seek continuum.

 

I could, would too,

want to stay here forever,

in your grasp, longing,

the minutes that do bring me,

closer to holding your heart

freely

my desire, to reach

… a stirring gasp.

 

There is where I wish to be,

to find your eyes,

to search knowing I will,

seek you further,

to touch a naked utterance,

the moment,

the freedom to begin to

offer a center’s shelter.

 

It is in that time,

the afterward, wanting to recreate your caress,

for the entirety,

the circle of a sensuality

begun, recalled, sated,

with an eye upon some

destination,

a journey beyond our

here today, to know an eternal

constant emotion.

 

* photo found on  Pinterest

 

 


Morning Recall


The few times,

each waking suspension

when time suggests

ours is this

moment

 

Eyes smile the know,

the precursor

to starting again,

the heat, a fire, an ignite me

glance.

 

Lips touch

soft to explore

to start to test to taste

to love,

know the shudder

is expression well beyond passion

more simply peace,

a grateful delight in sharing

connection, embrace, desire, need,

 

It is a need that suddenly overwhelms

the moment,

sun peeking through to recall

reality,

yet for now,

we do begin

slow …

 

Smile, eyes, hands –

lips,

show me where!


Sweet Imagery


I do recall
waking to you,
sweet eyes, wanting
my hands to begin again,
sending white linens aside,
to feel skin alive,
running from shoulder along
shuddering nape of neck,
where now my lips follow their lead,
to find you first, a gasp,
to find you again, an utterance,
and then return and recall and find again,
and slippery now your passion pulls my hair
toward your center.
I’m teasing though because I want you to yearn,
I was on the dark side of your dream,
only wanting to awaken delicious fantasy,
and while you do I feel myself rise
against the linens below me,
I’m far away from your reach,
because right now
while I make my way inside your thighs…
I want your hands to reach, to find, to grasp,
linens, headboard, and yes, breasts,
as my hungry mind,
tastes your beauty


In Silence


Can you hear it

she said

while hands played

I said

yes