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Posts tagged “beauty

Love’s Visit


 

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

well,

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,

of course,

I do love,

and I always have

felt this emotion, this quiet fantasy,

I do wish

upon Love’s visit.

 

August 20th, 2015

(8/20/2017)

 


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.


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


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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

 


A State of Want


In a glance,

a smooth gentle curve,

winding around a world,

where my want might remain,

it is in this quiet

delight,

the shape of you,

with eyes enhanced,

suggesting I might take you,

suggesting please do take me,

in that moment

delicious.

 

I am a wonder in fantasy,

only with a desire might I recall,

the contours of a settling valley,

a surreal stream,

a touch,

the rising waters will then give me pause,

for it is here in the nature of love,

I do wish to watch springs flow,

the gasps of evening, a sensory paradise,

it is a caress of her sweet remedy,

my dreams become reality.


Standing in Twilight


I stood outside last night,

waiting for a show,

though, as I stepped through a summer,

screen door,

I couldn’t help but notice,

the brilliant amber on a night sky,

the leaves and forest and wonder about me,

all glistened in the moon’s mystique.

 

I knew the show would be out of my hands,

or perhaps the script rewritten,

for now, I imagined the sheer beauty of nightfall,

offered under a natural streaming light,

one that brought me to a different place,

like any such dabbling in nature light,

is meant to do.

 

I thought of her in this surreal setting,

and I wondered,

I wished, I hoped, I prayed,

the energy I felt might be compelled,

by the sweet nature of her.


Love is Forever


We can decide what might be right

when coming to terms with who we are,

together in a moment, we know sweet

is the energy that triggers our soul.

 

When we’re apart we recall our eyes,

searching one another with a sure smile,

wondering if the other is as much in love,

as we know we are, the coo of a dove.

 

So, now we continue to share our lives,

with one another, this new chapter

contains pleasure and pomp and laughter,

for we are as close as the day we are after.

 

I wander, my mind, beyond the immediate

memory, to hold truth, love, will not deviate.