I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Posts tagged “breeze

In The Quiet of An August

I’m listening to some soft resonate

response to humanity,

when I wonder what it is I want to cry about.


I think about the events of the day,

a lost horizon,

an adjustment to being simple minded.


Now I wonder about a lot of little things,

so to pass the time,

a favored response to the greater good.


Yet there is always that occasional mind blown

revelation, an epiphany

starts our road like freshly laid asphalt.


There in the darkness I watched time,

and yet the morning sun still

shone like it managed every day of my life.


I wonder where it is I go, that leaves me

helpless in the space of time,

asking forgiveness and wandering alone.


I sometimes wait for letters that write a story,

sometimes just a glance,

and yet the time continues an autumn breeze.


I wonder if it might be true what she said,

too late, another life, not fair,

we can’t always want the same things together.


I know what love is today,

I’ve never felt such pain,

it is a beautiful thing –


My foot taps in a rhythmic motion,

the world seems to ignore,

the reality of my sadness forever more.


Oh to know the gentle caress of her touch,

is forever in my mind a scented

flower drawn by the artists’ of tomorrow.

Gentle Breeze Will Stay

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When first I sat down in my morning wonder,

I think about place, and reason why,

glance to a man-made water flow in blue sky,

a forest green fills the world far beyond eye.


It is immediate always she can become my

central focus on a beautiful morning in July.

I can easily recall a time I might cry,

yet for now, sweet muse, does mind wander.


I took a picture as a way to describe this

silent peace, music sheltering the natural wave

of city traffic blends a natural green vision,

of Nature’s wonder in yet man-made design.


His search a quiet state of mind, savor the breeze

For in glance I realize why in sky I cry with ease.

The Serenity of a Breeze

Is a calm, when sweep naked skin,

A summer day, oh, a lovely breeze,

When she strolls slow naked skin.

The leaves have a gentle sort of tease,


When whispers suggest we are alone.

I can breathe again, in knowing her

Dreams caress such intrigue is shown.

In looking in eyes express together,


A desire only matters if in serenity

We can pass through sunlit fires

In resilient storm echo sanity.

To know the beauty Nature aspires.


Something lovely in a gale of summer,

Leaves exist cause any I to wonder.

Sweet Breeze

When wet our bodies land,

we embrace,

touch the sky with open hand,

this trace

of love-making has had its fury,

and now there is rest,

the best

is when while in your arms I feel your passion,

your eyes in mine, my mind is yours,

when quiet and stealth,

an open window is a breeze on a hot summer day,

enough to chill naked desire,

eyes alive, and we will again build our fury,

to rest again …

sweet breeze

Ice Cube Trails


Whisper my name,

in the heat of a splendid afternoon,

move your body against the leather,

feel it stick, holding onto you,

not wanting to let you go …

but you know it will when you begin to,


Just resting between your breasts,

the trails begin, slow build of a liquid release.

Whisper my name,

while my lips follow the trail

alway teasing it back between aching breasts,

more wet with each motion,

my lips, tongue, trailing the water,

skin radiating in the hot summer sun,

skin sticking to the crisp clean leather.

skin waiting to be thrust into motion.

Don’t move it yet, just let it run along your sides,

starting to pool between naked skin and soft leather,

cold only for that moment, as I move it again.

Whisper my name,

while my lips turn to mouth, cheeks, face

sweeping the wetness between supple breasts,

your gasps,

arching need to feel a slow wisp of air across a nipple.

Icy water now hot with the passion’s tempo,

lovely fog, forgetting about every moment before,

now taste traveling that last run of water,

mingling a cascade along your body,

and then you feel the waves,

cool drips in sweet valley leading to …

well if we begin there the ice just melts.

I told you that before we ever began,

we’ll do it again because any time I touch you


the ice melts.

Sound Escapes

I do listen to notions,

in memory my life can travel with

a certain cadence,

skin soft sweet sensual,

while my mind imagines, playful

delicious, erotic, perhaps a mind-blowing


yet I can decide how intense the moment,

I might choose to delve further,

or sleep with the peace of novelty in mind.

I might sip my wine to taste the pleasure,

of his lips when engaged with my own,

while his hands become the linens

those luxuries that tease my legs, my naked breasts,

my chilled shoulders that dance to the breeze,

soft raindrops cool my quiet journey.

I sip my wine, and imagine more,

eyes flutter shut a moment, while I sense warmth,

a magic need to touch, or perhaps enhance,

with resolute will to simply allow the moment

to remain in my mind.

Mmm, as the rains play their music outside,

the breeze now swift allows the fabric caress nipples

that rise before my eyes … I could reach,

i could touch, I do smile,

and sip the last of my wine …

Whisper To Me


In midnight’s aura,

sweet breeze of spring air,

your fingertips, my hair,

we are that aura


I met your eyes

one summer night

the courage I might

ask you without why’s


In midnight’s mystique

I reach for your beauty,

only the strength of security,

allows my touch to speak


We do alone together

gasps of delight we share

I once looked, hadn’t dare

yet tonight there is no whether.


tis delight to fingertip

the edges of your blouse

to slide my world arouse

my tongue breast’s tip


this motion of passion

our unbridled entanglement

in spring’s moisture lament

would I with you to fashion.


I am at peace tonight,

as stars begin to settle

skies bring me no mettle

yet only that then we might …


a memory, a distant fog to gleam

might sooner have you in my dream