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
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,
I do love,
and I always have
felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,
I do wish
upon Love’s visit.
August 20th, 2015
When our lives settle difficult,
we wonder what will be our next
manner of speaking,
how to convey a need for love.
When our passions so unbridled,
cause our eyes, our hands, our bodies,
to want to interweave, and grace
each other’s fire with further desire,
it is in the little things she does,
when her fingertips touch my own,
and sweep the skin to help me feel
her love is an everlasting reminder.
When in the moment, our moment,
she does let my hands fill themselves
with her hair, so she feels my touch
upon her neck to allow her eyes to live.
When in the day, we do spend hours
in simple tones, conscious of each other,
in a need to display love in a quiet,
in a quiet, in a quiet manner of touch.
When in a rainfall, we wait to watch the droplets hang,
a lush forest, where a glistening fire of Her magic,
awaits our eyes, doesn’t beg, just does remain,
… and we continue to move about our day this way.
It would seem there might be a need to recognize,
She is a gift to be cherished in her every wise
manner of Grace in lighting up our lives,
to know certainty is the absolute of her mystique.
When love might be recalled, described, wondered,
there is this natural sense to look to the forest,
whereby the answers will always await the traveler,
the one who ceases step to pause, whisper the magic.
Deep inside the wood, glance into the depths, the sound
a Throstel make would carry a man’s heart further beyond
the tangible nature of life’s preoccupation only to wish
upon her soul, she is a seer, sweet mystical aura, is Love.
When in a moment,
your eyes suddenly cross my mind,
from there, I am inside you, wishful,
imaginative moments of delicious desire,
in these moments,
I am wanting to feel the cling of fabric,
suits a sweet nipple,
left to believe my tongue, a biting tease,
would wet that fabric, while your gasps,
sent my fantasy further,
hands have found me, so needy, wanting,
wishful eyes would widen
when knowing you might be getting just turned on
to know I am here
doing what you cause me to want
when surreal is the caress
of my visual
feed me please!
when I was a young lad
this fever overwhelmed me,
a starving desire,
I wanted to
would watch when while we went
about our day,
a posture, a glance, a heat of flush
I could only imagine having you,
want to have me.
I knew well that would never happen,
I could imagine you,
while you smiled allowing me to have a fleeting notion
we could do this together,
I would then,
yes, I would listen to you as you asked me
a blouse that led me astray,
nipples alive in the privacy of your day,
your smile, your eyes, locked knees
to expose a beautiful …
turned with a glance
can you see me,
want to know me.
The world is round, we are drawn by lines,
those that appeal,
surreal when defined.
I glance to see so many objects
all coordinate the spacial view
my eyes allow a certain
structure, shelving, a surface reality,
Yet, soft stripes reach a moment.
Your moment, her moment, that … delicious,
when as you appear defines beauty within.
We are given the linens to provide such fantasy,
a sheer sundress on a sun lit morning.
The other day she told me she walked past me,
where little if anything underneath, ‘did you see’
as my head reeled around for the opportunity,
to see a human being naked within society’s eyes.
“I missed it, mind if I look further’ I quipped, she kneed
me where I knew her lips might later favor me.
Yet, I am left wondering how blessed we are to imagine
the sensual nature of life in the physicality of our day.
How are we fortunate to imagine that privacy that offers
such straining, arching, near breath-taking reach of wonder.
I did sit nearby while I watched you arrive, and the pleasure
is mine, simply mine, whether you might know or discover.
I do listen to notions,
in memory my life can travel with
a certain cadence,
skin soft sweet sensual,
while my mind imagines, playful
delicious, erotic, perhaps a mind-blowing
yet I can decide how intense the moment,
I might choose to delve further,
or sleep with the peace of novelty in mind.
I might sip my wine to taste the pleasure,
of his lips when engaged with my own,
while his hands become the linens
those luxuries that tease my legs, my naked breasts,
my chilled shoulders that dance to the breeze,
soft raindrops cool my quiet journey.
I sip my wine, and imagine more,
eyes flutter shut a moment, while I sense warmth,
a magic need to touch, or perhaps enhance,
with resolute will to simply allow the moment
to remain in my mind.
Mmm, as the rains play their music outside,
the breeze now swift allows the fabric caress nipples
that rise before my eyes … I could reach,
i could touch, I do smile,
and sip the last of my wine …