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Love

In The Quiet of An August


I’m listening to some soft resonate

response to humanity,

when I wonder what it is I want to cry about.

 

I think about the events of the day,

a lost horizon,

an adjustment to being simple minded.

 

Now I wonder about a lot of little things,

so to pass the time,

a favored response to the greater good.

 

Yet there is always that occasional mind blown

revelation, an epiphany

starts our road like freshly laid asphalt.

 

There in the darkness I watched time,

and yet the morning sun still

shone like it managed every day of my life.

 

I wonder where it is I go, that leaves me

helpless in the space of time,

asking forgiveness and wandering alone.

 

I sometimes wait for letters that write a story,

sometimes just a glance,

and yet the time continues an autumn breeze.

 

I wonder if it might be true what she said,

too late, another life, not fair,

we can’t always want the same things together.

 

I know what love is today,

I’ve never felt such pain,

it is a beautiful thing –

 

My foot taps in a rhythmic motion,

the world seems to ignore,

the reality of my sadness forever more.

 

Oh to know the gentle caress of her touch,

is forever in my mind a scented

flower drawn by the artists’ of tomorrow.


When Love is Beyond


We reach out to the skies

a morning sunrise

is our only grasp of an energy

we once could feel

against the skin of our

naked selves,

alive with a passion,

a sensory magic that could

cause journey.

 

We would soon know,

there are truths

to the mystique of love,

we held on,

her in my arms,

eyes that might entertain,

a world well beyond

our immediate grasp.

Would we ever

know a horizon

shared in one.

 

I once followed a shadow,

waiting with an earnest

appeal,

a wish to know,

to hear, to see,

a vision of a memory in my

mind,

always patience,

and hope my strength

to carry on.

 

One day in the autumn,

a calendar of certain

life

I did watch the image

of a woman,

walk quiet inside my world,

my reality,

my immediate presence,

it was there

my world immediately changed

forever in the sweet peace …

love.

 

Though she may be beyond my reach,

there is a moon,

reflective in its natural state.

We share a luminosity,

while waiting in the silence,

for our next rising sun.

 

 


The Simple Truth


If while the world rotates,

an axis always fluid,

yet very much the same

to the naked eye

we stood alone for a time,

would we fade into the soil,

only regrading the vacancy of truth.

 

Perhaps I might still stand

alone,

though I’m thankful I can

rely upon the eyes of her own

compassion

for recognizing life

as we know it is true,

the simple fact that sharing love,

will forever be the traffic I prefer.

 

With a certain delight,

I do always find some peace,

in holding her hand,

in seeing her smile,

in knowing her,

the beauty of forgiveness

in the eyes of the human condition,

is a powerful reality.

 

One holds in their mind,

the reality of consequence,

and might only find peace,

in the shelter of another’s desire,

to eschew compassion,

to suggest peace,

to understand pain,

and then remain,

as close as time and scrutiny

might allow,

in the quiet moment.

 

I am grateful for time,

that notion of a sweet heal,

when guided in the wonder of her,

in living within,

a simple truth.


Imagine Quiet Resistance


The way I live my world,

wondering, imagining,

a curious emotion,

a satisfying memory,

to fill the space of reality.

 

In the space of an hour,

I can be next to her,

holding close her passion,

breathing in sweet delight,

hers is a romantic flair.

 

Tonight, is a fantasy,

I will walk through hours,

when together our lives,

become one in passion,

sensing the love that is real.

 

 

When I close my eyes,

she will be supine,

a figure in twilight,

restful with hair splayed,

upon my settling gasps.

 

I remember the linens,

the outline of her beauty,

I could recall forever,

the simple beauty,

the lovely tears in my eyes.

 

For it was in that one time,

when together our lives,

we did walk throughout the night

inside the pleasure of our dreams,

to find oneness in soul.


There Was This Kiss


A slow, purposeful glance of lips,

eyes check,

a need to watch pleasure,

to know he is searching forever,

it seems,

each time the kiss

begins another journey,

he dives in wanting to seek shelter

in the mystique

of sweet sensuality,

her gasp,

his manner,

she returns to find him,

he is lost,

yet so very found when she

holds his breath with

a quiet touch.


Love’s Visit


 

For a time, a reflective state of mind,

was my only hope,

a refreshing recall,

always with smile, a certain

sweet celebration could overcome

my any situation

if in that moment she

did return to mind.

 

Oh to know the many moons,

the calming sunsets,

red sky alerts to help me know,

this day was in our catalogue,

we recorded everything,

so many years ago.

Now today, in my search,

the constant would carry

my life through several cycles,

the ongoing experience, the mastery of

the human condition.

Oh, such a boring reality I might often espouse.

 

Then there beyond knowledge, fantasy, speculation,

her persona did arrive,

step into my world and dance,

I thought to myself,

as she moved through the room,

causing everyone to stand still,

the energy was simply thrilling,

without any need to wonder why.

 

Skip directly to the hello,

for all of you know

well,

I did swoon her elegance.

 

The eyes, the careful smile, sweet wonder

did return and my world

seemed to embrace a new chapter.

 

Now while around me everyone plans,

the tasks are many,

the fortunes always a fantasy,

for my day,

for my years, for the very nature of why,

I do stand here,

in quiet repose,

I will tell you this time,

of course,

I do love,

and I always have

felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,

I do wish

upon Love’s visit.

 

August 20th, 2015

(8/20/2017)

 


Lives Travel


To be so close,

a step in this direction,

a quiet moment of reflection,

to know nearby,

an energy,

hers,

her grace and subtle tear,

so very poignant, apparent,

a purposeful posit of love.

 

Two cosmic travels ago,

we did our lives intersect,

that moment,

the visual notice of each other,

in a familiar setting,

so close,

enough to reach and touch each other’s

long quieted soul.

Oh, to know that moment

has changed my world forever,

in that eternal schema

of what is matter,

and how does chance include

the absolute of our

sweet reckoning.

 

I am here,

as are you,

always,

my heart intersects the lines of sweet

innocence plays the strings of our lives.