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!

Posts tagged “ache

When While This Way


I wonder the fragrance of her hair,

when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,

Let me breathe in your sense

before you leave me forever.

For it is that permanence

occurs every time I say good bye

to her.

Today I have been watching time

wishing only some sign,

an indication that tells me I am not crazy,

that this is real,

the ache I feel is the response to losing her.

 

I wanted summer to be alive with love,

a shower of affection like a late summer rain,

the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,

kissing each other in the constance

of a watery memory,

the times we would together,

flatter each other

with a certain elusive desire.

 

Yet it is today I stand

alone,

I wonder how much longer she can

let my need to share sensual dreams

with her,

her being by my side,

the scent of her,

lovely elegance,

stays in my mind,

forever.


Present Self Loathing


I do lie next to you,

in spirit,

in physical form,

a reach

a cup – your breast,

a soft perhaps wakeful gasp,

buttocks seek, legs now would writhe,

begin our wound desire … a sigh

my hand stays near –

I wonder

just how to begin when confusion

lies

while morning sunlight

could indicate the time is right.


Letting Go


I’m afraid I have to

let you go,

I’ve wanted to for a long while now,

yet always, I felt I could,

I believed,

I might change you.

I was a fool

well, you already know

I just wish I had allowed you to tell me

long before I ever decided to figure this out.

I know in the morning I will cry,

we always seem to find tears when we decide

we are no longer going to feel pain.

That irony of not feeling when we cannot breathe.

I need to let you go,

I need –

if there might be some other way to say,

I just don’t love you anymore.

I don’t know if I ever did, I tried to think so,

imagine how hard I did try,

there were so many occasions,

yet now today it couldn’t seem more clear …

~

the long and enduring epitaph of a very selfish man

O I do not mean to confuse my endearment …


Lovely Eyes


When in the throe of lovemaking,

I might grip your shoulders,

slide hot thighs in rhythm,

taste your beauty as my mouth search

begins to find a naked nipple,

a gasp, my hand threads your hair,

your arch in your back offers

a swift massage as now I do

in motion, in patterned thrust,

feel wet as my legs find you

grinding, readying, while

mouths find each other

rolling together,

feeling each other’s want,

a sweet grasp,

feverish tease of your breasts,

damp skin flowing,

elbows placed,

hips reaching while as we guide

ourselves together,

tongues voracious inside each other,

one move, eyes lock

we will ride this storm together.


While Wandering


I wander about physical beauty,

what is attraction,

for when I notice a nude,

I’m aroused,

when suddenly fabric caresses a nipple,

I am wanton,

I observe with precision,

the bend, an accentuated posture

delicious her derriere.

~

I wander about a virtual mystique

curious to know

that which may be fantasy,

sleek lines draw eyes

how might my reality

acknowledge the lovely tease

of naked shoulders, slender thighs

pique my imagination

draw the afternoon’s taste

of freedom, of passion, of quiet release

~

Would I while drawing lips, inner thigh

become less resistant when pleasure

speaks in gasps along sinewy lines of passion.

Well versed she is in seduction,

only by need, rather than demand.

while searching for that manner

moves her lips upon mine,

I will grasp what feels right,

an internal fire where time may wander.

 


Just That Sweet


If lips taste freedom,

search wild winds, a rapture

when together her mood aligns

a certain desire,

just the pure exploration

senses alive,

I will bring you home if you let me,

slow strides with soft touch,

fingertips arrange designs

on this naked stretch of delicious you,

and now the gasps,

yes, that is, yes, oh it, yes, I want to be there,

when words lose matter

when agonizing pleasures turn eyes toward passion.

I listen only to wish your ache

becomes my own uncharted waters,

every occasional tease brings more waves ..

we might ride that crest as it should be,

as when the matter of arousal becomes sensuality’s dream.

inside your surreal world of release is where I would

find you, and want you.

Hold still my peace

within a welcome fire.


Touch Love


If I might touch an invitation,

lips

naked skin

breeze

sweet chill damp taste

treat me well

glide

sensation my skin come alive

I can feel you with me,

just take me along,

let me know,

all she ever wanted was to love.