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

For This Kiss, I Would


Wait until the end of a storm, to know,

when gray disappears, I could find you,

for that is my blue,

my wonder,

that is my intrigue asking to be found.

 

For it is this kiss, I might hesitate,

wanton desire,

yet in this moment,

I leave my passion suspended,

for it is in your heart I want

only peace,

and there, by the moonlight,

standing on a bridge,

artsy,

it is where you will find my soul.

 

Tonight, in the breeze,

a chill of reality plays our soft tell,

yet,

stand with me, hold me, see me,

know that I would walk the hours

to have your heart

share my love for you.

 

For it is that intrigue,

so might we imagine,

so wrapped in words of

a timeless tradition …

romance,

for while I glance the sky,

I’m at peace realizing I never will,

I’ll always be satisfied,

knowing I don’t know why


Simple Freedom


When knowing her freedom

is resolute in quiet integrity

is definable in spontaneity

is wonderful to allow natural sigh

is forever intertwined in truth.

 

Though while allowance gave peace

he did respond to certainty

he would revel in her elegance

he might also known the truth, real,

is assurance human condition feels.

 

While life has simple turns and memory

his complication her beauty

the mystique when touch her cheek,

his lips, back of fingertip,

when eyes wet rest upon her soul ,,,

 

Will whisper now freedoms in simple love


This Posture


Like yesterday, perhaps in the moment,

a gasp

to the naked eye,

such is beauty,

inherent in the persona

of a lover in her privacy.

 

Only quiet reminders

might recall,

such is the treasure will

a woman

behold upon a man,

sweet delight is mystique.

 

If forever could suggest,

a posture,

a pose,

a need to expression,

then while the world evolves,

would my heart be held in hers.

 

We will remember the moment

sweet demeanor is passionate notice.


Would I Wait Forever


A question it is not

when thoughts of her,

become a statement,

a glance of cheek to touch,

a smile,

a kiss forever drawn my gasp,

it is within the clever agony

of love’s respite,

I would certain

be lost forever

in the light her eyes do cast upon

my sheltered soul.

 

Just an evening

I would cast a shadow upon her knee,

with my roaming hand,

a touch, a soft circular reminder,

of only beauty in the persona

of her smile

drawing me near,

telling me again,

how once,

my skin against her own

did find simple fire,

an energy

that now today,

in my every day,

I find strength

in sweet memory.

 

Oh to know there

is a time,

an adventure

when together

would her heart

offer me shelter

in a storm of flurry,

the passionate embrace

does suggest a time

when lips might caress,

hearts touch,

souls intertwine,

and in her eyes,

would I find my sea.


Finding Reason


While we might pretend a reality,

the world exists beyond a norm,

there are the pitfalls,

the errors

in judgment,

yet even then,

a person might want to question,

authority.

 

There is often found a reasonable ideal

suggests the beauty of love,

beyond the possibility,

self contained,

cautioned beyond a passion,

and instead lost in the ambivalence,

inherent in error.

 

Though then the albatross be revealed,

we must love the knowing glance well fed.


The Beauty I Correspond


I send these words,

a few at at time,

sometime with meaning,

others,

just to reach her,

to catch her eye,

cause her to perhaps

stop everything,

if only for the time it takes,

to open my world to her own.

 

I know I ask a lot,

however,

please know the confusion,

to me,

seems real,

seems real, right, responsible,

seems love is always a confusion,

and we live to mire ourselves

in the beauty of time,

in the quiet reality of life,

in its autumn,

a time when once a child,

I thought would never come, ]or if I did,

I believed inside it would be less different,

than similar,

the nature of our existence

suggest otherwise.

 

I do know she drives away

I’m hopeful,

I wish for her smile to be in my dream,

 


Wondering If In Symbolism


I wake with you

in turn

a recollection

soft

close my eyes

I might sense

the air around me

holds your mystique.

 

I wake with you

wondering

if only a quiet

moment

might I know

the journey

your heart, my soul, an ache, our sweet …

we are

again

within the scope of

a dream.

 

I wake with you

wandering ,

the mind does compel.