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!

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What Time Will Tell


If you might stand behind me,

an observer,

a seer whom walks the path

to gather sage to please the wise.

The walls are lifted,

the passion exists,

if you might stand behind me,

there would be my reality.

Then might you know,

the love I feel

is in a constant fluid run

of energy, all drawn by

the beauty of you,

the beauty of her.

If you might stand behind me,

I would certainly turn myself

toward your elegance,

for I would stand before you.

Sensual Dream


When I close my eyes,

I feel

her,

that simple grace,

in a moment,

when all of my desire,

seems centered,

her,

the sweet nectar of passion,

soft, supple, sensual

a wanton blend of

yes, this is me,

and I am with you

now,

this moment,

captured in an eternal surreal memory.

To reach,

to find, explore,

in a caress, in a sweet travel,

while our horizon remains the same,

inside our own quiet remedy,

is a journey,

only responsive to each other.

 

Show me please …

your eyes.

 

Taking A Walk In Love


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Oh, it is that simple,

a walk, together two soul,

a forest we know,

some discretion amidst the peril

of a reality we both cherish.

 

“What do you see” she asked,

I replied,

eventually it was the lush surrounding,

at first described a path,

with lots of green, and then,

there became this journey,

rolled out before our very eyes,

I did see

forever.

It was there I then shared words.

 

We found sweet seclusion,

just off the beaten path,

it is a familiar notion,

as we have all walked on edge,

wondering about the next bend,

in the road.

I felt her fingertips intertwine

with my own,

let her lead me to a

certain shelter in the rain.

 

It was there I leaned in,

she accepted,

I gently moved further,

she swooned,

I gathered in her energy,

for that is the key,

I felt in the moment,

to have her in my arms,

look over the natural habitat,

and wonder

together,

where was our place in the storm.

 

I did kiss her with reason,

she felt safe in my arms,

while we watched the world around us,

evolve as it naturally should.

 

We two, together

became quiet listeners.

Angst


It’s when I cannot say anything else,

I’m upset,

I want to be wrong,

wish somehow to forget where I am,

something has to break,

and yet I keep finding another crease,

a divisive line that wants to separate itself.

And then I return to what was,

what is, what is, what is the reality

of who we are,

together,

in a moment, when we might recognize

peace,

peace of mind,

peace of my heart when I imagine you.

There’s nothing sad about that reality,

nothing you can do can make me sad,

except …

accept the fact that you are loved,

that you are a wonderful, fascinating, beautiful

human being,

accept the fact that unless I can find you in my eyes,

I am lost,

except when I can be with you,

with you,

with you.

With you is where I find my world,

seems more probable,

than without.

 

It is without I become confused,

because then I reflect upon one day,

that casts a shadow on another day,

and it seems no two days might ever be the same.

Angst,

it is the way I live today, because there is nothing fluid in,

love.

A Mix of Passions


If while listening to heartbeats,

I could recognize a pace,

a steady beat of love,

oh, to know the passion of time.

 

I would channel my desire,

to hold true that pattern of

every manner of a cooing dove,

give Grace to this my kind.

 

If wants more easily defined,

would we have an everlasting

key for that eternal bliss we see,

when falling further forward.

 

If when seeking sweet remedy,

could a person so tenderly,

allow only time to fade the sky,

the world upon might carry on.

 

If when she then glanced my way,

would it be that for every day,

might my love be her muse mystique,

carry on sensuality in magic’s way.

 

Oh forever have the challenges defend

the loss, the failure of this spoken way,

love is a fallen sea of treasure,

we might always seek a measure.

 

If for now I could see in her eyes,

might I then forever be so wise.

Standing in Place


No longer running,

done that far too often,

seeing landscapes and wondering why,

same visual attractions,

and yet,

solutions are found

elsewhere.

 

A waiting game

I suppose,

yet, I’m tiring, the run

is far too long.

I’ve decided to stand,

find the absolute rather than

any alternative meaning.

 

I knew

when days would go by,

upon my return,

the complexity of this,

our rendering,

would change,

like a gentle breeze

might alter blossoms

inside the rite of spring.

 

I wonder if

while the speaker knows,

the listener can realize,

even when believing the answer

is right,

the solution is necessary,

I am still left curious,

wanting to understand,

whether time permits,

or shatters sweet imagery.

 

I just know

for the moment,

though it is meant as

real reality,

I’m standing alone,

standing,

alone.

 

 

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

 

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