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!

On Woman

A Time Before Love


There is a valley,

we all have a vantage point,

it carries a visual acumen,

filled with a variable progress.

 

I often wonder of accurate planning

the desire is action together

Yet we know acrimony might ensue

certainly we obscure our agency to love.

 

Would we in time languish desire,

that eternal love allows change

when what we long remains

always beyond lament’s labor.

 

If when we understand the truth

our lives would use simple time,

our world might utilize a passion

discreet yet real, a union met.

 

Can we begin to earn our truths

without the fear of every venue

combing the grounds to even the fare,

the beauty in love’s eternal eye.

 

Value allow love unusual ease.

 

 

 


A Quiet Walk


I took a walk today,

we did,

a quiet stroll along the river,

we did,

lush leaves in a deep valley,

we spoke,

very little of anything.

 

What is it happens when two souls,

meant to share time,

do experience a fresh rainfall, wet leaves

while the journey continues

there isn’t a word shared, in fact there is

quiet reality.

I wonder if now might be anything like the same …

 

We do take walks together,

hands held,

we stroll into a sunlit summer

afternoon,

our eyes do search for one another,

all the time,

we know our lives are meant a freedom.

 

Now, the twilight speaks to mind,

wonder about her,

curious about him and the evening,

without her,

It is always that way we both agree,

until when,

there is a time when our walk will be

the same.


Analogous Answers


We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,

hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,

we struggled with our eyes today,

a desire to find, unwind, to define.

 

Let’s return to touch for a minute,

we know each other’s response,

a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love

always with us wherever the need.

 

A suggestion made at one point,

A reach, a desire to comfort her,

easily noticed and always allowed,

for there is love in the moment.

 

I know that now the term I sing,

‘if you love someone, set them free’

cannot be asked about or known,

the idea simply will become the mean.


A Simple Layered Elegance


Her robes did convert her elegance

into a certain delight,

the long, sinewy nature of legs,

drawn inside the fabric,

a hand could reach and tease skin,

always aware,

the notion needed to dive inside,

yet for now she was spectacular,

the ribboned designs,

rainbows and blended lines

caressed her body in a way

that eyes would follow forever,

wanting everything inside,

a thoughtful exploration

would carry me further,

only if when I glanced in her eyes …

yes!


He Said, She Said More


he would spend his time explaining,

she might smile,

he might wish her eyes were dreaming,

she would let him know.

 

he could wish her happiness,

she would tell him,

he would breathe a deep sigh,

she would love him.

 

A sweet morning sunlight,

skies spectacular in romantic drifts,

streaking clouds,

hands that touch with a certain need.

 

By the rail of the public dock,

he pulled her close,

she let lips caress his,

their hands began a celebration.

 

This was his need,

she did offer love,

he would believe

she could feel loved.

 

Their passion furthered

in the long grass,

a shadowed sunlight

under a naked tree.

 

Here was their kiss,

a long and enduring time,

she did suggest tone,

he followed a direction known.

 

Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,

inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.

 

 


Hope Remains


Look outside the sunlight shadows the morning mood,

there’s a partial overcast sky,

suggests an incomplete meaning,

there would seem to be a distant pain

exists in her heart.

 

He would try to simply hold on to measure,

the beating pulse of angst she wish

would a challenge meet his own heart,

a yearning,

a desire beyond the normalcy

of knowing love could be trusted

always

without necessary definition.

 

We do imagine what our heart believes,

that if in a sudden turn,

her eyes might be in his again,

he would take her tears and meet them with his own,

if only,

in this moment the door would be open,

if the sudden luxury of peace,

could then step inside the vacancy

left bruised in

 

my soul.


If By Choice We Begin


It is difficult to say

When love begins to engage

The mind

Beyond the normalcy

Of a quaint, sometime

Forgotten life.

 

That passion,

Triggers the senses

To entice the moment

In all its simplicity

Will without warning

Contest complexity.

 

If by choice in the chaos

Of recognizing the human condition

We decide for ourselves

It is the right time,

That today beyond any other

Would mean sacrifice for love.

 

I do recall

That first morning

The summer had begun,

In the wonder of authenticity

Only when doors opened

And she walked into the room.

 

It was there I made a choice,

I would fall in love with you today.