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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Lost Days


So many days,

countless hours,

I would wait for her,

wishing, sort of hoping,

wondering if she knew

how much I would

want for the need of

wondering how she

felt that day, today,

every day in her world,

I wanted to know,

to imagine,

to see her elegance,

in its grace,

capture the eyes,

the hearts, minds,

the children’s laughter,

every hour

I wanted her to know

she does touch lives,

in a manner,

much like she did touch

my own,

my heart,

my tears,

my yearning for another

moment in her arms,

a touch,

a soft and predictable kiss,

toward a new journey.

Every day

I wanted her to know.

 

Tonight, I’m only asking,

as much as I know

the answer,

I’m wanting to know.

The Essence of Woman


In life lives a fantasy,

a gentle reminder of a soft journey,

one rampant with a passion,

driven by the essence,

the true nature of knowing,

her every curvaceous tone,

whether it be intellect

or the naked reality …

 

In imagining woman,

might the man remember

true beauty,

an eternal mystique

shall be her endearment,

the freedom she carries to be

just lovely in every aspect

of her being.

 

Woe that we do forget

in the throes of a neediness,

a loss of contentment

with recognizing peace,

instead tossing aside the value,

that originating seduction,

for a callous recall,

one that may cause confusion,

detract from any innocence,

to inherit an ugliness toward

proper beauty.

 

It is in that pause,

the reflection of man,

we can realize

there is truth inside the goddess

of our humanity,

that spiritual reckoning

suggests a karmic wave

of true innocence,

the essence of woman

be shared only in the eyes

of sacred love.

Love on a Timetable


I used to believe happiness

is forever,

lasting well beyond the moment.

I know today life is a mystery

we are bound to,

solutions are found in love.

I wonder sometimes if eternal

can really mean always,

or are we all simple pawns.

I felt an emotional loss today

while the evening sun

continued its descent on my day.

I believe I am a shell of my life

in the evening silence,

yet fully aware this is all my doing.

I am aware that my life is blessed,

to know love,

is to surely understand sweet elegance.

Words On A Page


Only a couple

word upon a page, my heart

long for her disguise.

Shattered


A sudden wave of discontent,

there was the smallest chip,

the glass that contained such

everlasting beauty in its cut

turned quickly to shards of ice

cold to the touch, a device

known only to contain pain.

An Unbearable Life


What I became of,

said the seer,

one day while noticing

sad faces.

The eyes of reality

when the salt no longer

pours upon

the unbearable lightness of pain.

I once stood on the threshold of elegance,

I carried the weight of desire,

measured the happiness with words.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Life began to suggest otherwise,

and I cried,

as I will, do, want to, will certainly

have to,

today.

Because it isn’t what I want that matters

to my aching soul,

it is the finality of trying

desperately,

to wade through indifference,

even without ever knowing,

why it makes life

the rollercoaster upon our emotions,

it must be,

when in our world,

the circumstances speak only outcomes.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Oh, to know this sparkling autumn day,

would fill my energy with love,

oh to have that tear

in my hand

to shelter her sobs,

for they measure my own,

for there is love,

for ever.

While Morning Wanes


I wander in the morning light

I think about the beginning

time the  essence of our sojourn

inside love’s myriad.

We all walk inside a dream

sometimes reality

steps in

other moments

we choose to know

this is where we belong;

this is how

we want

to be

this is why

we have become a mastery.

Yeah always we remain unsure

about it being

the who

we believe we truly are

when standing alone.

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