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

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.


Sleepless Storm


There’s a rumble I hear,

is it my imagination,

is my mind

lost in a sea of confusion,

while sleepless

the night sky lights up,

to offer a beacon of survival,

a moment to reflect,

a sound wave of natural existence

far outweighs

the surreal state I seem to want.

 

Yet I do listen to the rain,

hitting my picture window,

dancing to a rhythm I can only

imagine

does the same  in her quiet

refuge,

together alone,

we stand inside the storm,

we wonder about each other

wander towards the moment,

the fantasy,

the imagined harmony we once

understood to be whole,

a holistic sort of reckoning,

together we planned our sojourn,

and we would wake with one another,

eyes in a fashion

of love.

 

Listen to the wind,

calls our name,

in a sweet silence,

while the wet rains sing.


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.

 

 


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.


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.


In A Quiet Twilight


her_ghost_in_the_fog_by_dimmfreak

There’s been a lot of talk recently,

about what it is,

what we have,

how the world seems to function,

though we’re an anomaly to

the truth.

 

I came home tonight,

yes, a sort of settling fashion,

so often I’ve felt out of place,

in a wonder,

not knowing really,

where home might ever be.

 

I knew it once,

when in her arms,

she cradled me,

oh, yes, I am a man,

but there is something rather

fortunate,

when a woman does hold your

soul in everlasting love.

 

So, tonight,

I’m aching a little bit,

there’s a settling sort of peace,

knowing love,

knowing she does love,

knowing,

is really all that matters

some times.

 

Then comes the wonder,

in the night,

the twilight with the crickets,

singing that familiar song,

we both agreed,

last week, indeed,

we listened to the same

melody.

 

In the quiet of the twilight,

I do love

her.

 

* photo found on Deviant Art

 


In Speaking to God


I asked Him today,

how it is He measures,

His way,

like walking into a department store,

asking the clerk,

could you tell me which way.

I suppose they might lead you to the chosen …

wait a second I would say,

that’s supposed to be His plan.

 

When she got in the car, she was happy,

almost giddy her mood, smiling,

eyes did sparkle in a way,

that did let me feel her emotion,

and then I caught her reflection,

walking in to get her coffee,

her smile had turned to concern …

when she returned we did talk about why.

 

I asked her carefully, and while she said,

she didn’t know,

I listened to her breathing, suddenly halting

when then the tears began,

she told me,

it couldn’t be this way,

she needed …

and I completely understood,

we watched the sky create wonderful pictures,

to allow our imagination to stretch across the world.

 

I held her close for a time,

it seemed like only a second or two,

I wanted to forever,

so I might feel her breathing,

begin to settle inside my arms,

I knew I couldn’t though,

I at least had that moment, we knew that moment,

we cared about only having that moment.

 

He knew she would be ok.