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 “beauty

When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


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.


Simple Melody


I listen,

the hours ahead,

I try to understand,

the world I live in,

how it all connects,

why it does,

when I wonder,

how long does it take,

I move to another theory,

run the course of imagination,

only to discover,

I see it,

I can understand it,

though I don’t want it.

 

I travel some more,

walk around the corner,

find a new glint of light

upon a distant, fading horizon,

and I settle in,

recall and remind,

I look to the future,

wonder about what might be inside,

a dream I had the other day,

that damn dream,

comes and goes,

oh how I wish it would stay,

shelter my fears,

such a beautiful dream,

is,

her.


In Silence We Love


Only the light of my words,

illuminate my setting,

a world apart,

yet, here we stand, we imagine,

we walk inside one another’s dream.

 

In my silence,

i do think of her sweet

innocence,

that surety of sanity,

the piece of a fabric inside her lovely

demeanor,

the world she holds together

with a smile.

 

The ticking of a clock,

nearby,

always a reminder,

the day, the moments,

the opportunity to become

a still life,

always measured

in fragments of a time we must

recall and respond to in quiet balance.

 

Mine is love,

far beyond the early moments

of wonder,

of a dream,

a fantasy of whirlwind desires,

manifest itself to our reality,

to always be here,

inside one another’s psyche,

our souls together,

wound around the truth,

a sweet reckoning.

 

In this my silent moment,

I am content to know

her passion,

her real,

her beauty is always near me,

holding me, protecting me,

loving …

she is love.


A Kiss Is Always …


A reminder,

a soft willow to land my lips upon,

a quiet journey toward breathless resolve.

A kiss

is a sojourn toward her heart,

waiting, sweet reckoning,

an always.


Comfort Inside


When all around is a soft, woven, security,

one found with an effort beyond quiet musing,

when allowance, lets me

become one with her sensuality.

 

There is a tenderness in her heart,

I feel the strength of sweet serenity,

her grasp of my reality,

leaves me shaking in splendid ceremony.

 

I wonder if it can be so simply told,

when two people fall in love,

when other worldly fashions

take the place of societal functions.

 

I did once, I do so several recall,

sweep the world around me,

only to fall in swoon deep inside,

the internal security of love’s solemnity.

 

Here is where I belong, I say with fading eyes,

the comfort of her arms hold tight my liberty.

 

 


I Wanted To Ask Her


When the sunlight streamed

upon auburn hair,

I watched

she stepped in with dignity,

I noticed.

She glanced around,

a sweet dishevel,

learning stranger’s posture,

in a matter of moments.

 

We all noticed of course,

yet it was me,

in my silent revelry,

I couldn’t help but smile,

I was smitten for awhile.

 

In that brief glance,

in the matter of a time,

beyond our planned imagination,

one could not realize

the impact such delightful grace,

would now carry me through

the passages of time,

in a different world,

one I would choose to dream,

with auburn hair,

in her the sunlight streamed.