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 “coffee

Cafe Dreamers

There’s a rain steady,

keeping indoors the traveler

whom might be seeking the wood,

may stroll along the coast,

skipping rocks, switching thoughts,

contemplating the beauty around them,


the coffee shop,

holds promise to the conversations

around that though similar, seem different,

contain stories all the same,

yet unique,

their worlds are always different,

in the context of their moments,

until we can catch each other’s eyes.


We wonder about the people next door,

a table nearby our own private world,

did they speak of it,

were they aware,

was there a time in their lives when everything,

seemed similar, possible, simple,

perhaps it is true,

they say it often enough to never forget,

we’re all the same,

we haven’t any lead on the element of change

the human condition might experience the same,

euphoric wonder built upon manifest tragedy.


I was sitting along with my company,

my world against hers,

together we were watching our own world,

responding to the elements in a unique fashion,

yet still, very still, almost

in a sort of decopaged setting,

still life,

to be measured in someone else’s eyes,

for they are the judge of this life,

not us,

we are simply the portrait.


A stillness in the air,

while we wait the rains,

they might part to give allowance

to nature’s Grace in the wooded freedom

of a dense forest,

away from all wander of deception.


While I stood inside the sidewalk cafe,

I watched the people around me,

create lives of envy,

to balance those of misfortune,

whose measure relied upon me,

or my own eyes, or their’s or someone


with similar passion.


Yet in all of our sightings,

there seems only one reality.

Wondering Out Loud in Coffee Shop


Imagine if the world could understand

A woe as troubling in its demand

As the will of man when caught in the grind

Of a wandering mind, lost in remind.


Gather steam and feel quiet urgency

His heart suspends, ask certain clemency.

For one short moment, serendipity

Steps forward cries a surreal pity.


Glance around the room, today strangers will

Know there is true love by apparent shrill.

For though we call it inevitable

Still as her sweet heart shreds we feel able.


Oh to feel her soft caress, distant eyes.

Bring bodies close, let me shadow your cries.

Quiet Friday In Coffee Shop

Inside this place with so many conversations,

in lies, in testimony, perhaps a confessional,

the voices are quiet on a lonely Friday evening

when a listener might wonder if alone is real,

wishing for the banter,

the loud grinding noise of an expressive machine,

delights the aromatic nature of each possessor.


Tonight he waits with patience,

allows trepidation to filter into his state of mind,

the ever distant grains of sand that swept together

give a certain barrister nightmares,

but he,

the man alone in the coffee shop on Friday night,

only imagines her walking through the door to break the silence,

when she does,

he wonders if she might,

would she share the moment,

the victory of silence,

with some canned music overhead,

a surreal notion while the moon paints yards

across the city,


a Friday night,

when she does appear, he will, he might,

a tear of joy,

a balance to the helpless plight,

forever love.

We Might Gather


I did see you,

everyday I would ride my bicycle,

just nearby,

always your eyes

trail me passing you by,

how often did I want to say hello,

so many conversations,

everyone is busy,

making their lives in front of the coffee house,

we all go there,

each will look like her behind the glass,

laughter with friends,

safe and out of the reach of HIS ignorance,

we are beautiful in our chuckles,

in our look inside,

crossed legs examine the comfort of a summer’s day,

and yet

my coffee waits inside,

if ever I find the courage

to walk slow past her lovely eyes.

She’s waiting,

she knows,

if only I could possibly understand just how well

she knows


*photo credit – tumblr.

Just Then I Knew

i could want you

I thought about the moment,

watching you,

seeing how your body could move,

like no other,

at that very moment.

We all do move,

we can all have sinewy graces

that compel our eyes,

yet yours,

were this very moment.

I thought about touching you,

in the moment of course,

when you were a participant,

I didn’t care to have you embrace or ‘

perhaps grasp my own need

in the moment,

I was far more into bringing that pleasure,

to your eyes as my palm played your sensuality,

I wanted far more to hear your gasp

as a taught tongue traversed your internal demon.

I watched as now lost inside of you

your eyes intensified with each thrust

of fantasy that went through my mind,

as when coffee in hand,

you did depart, leaving me in a state,

a lovely wonder,

a need,

to know you,


Time Zone Blues

We could if chance allowed,


setting similar,

lives cross paths across the globe,

my world, your space,

your eyes, my dream.

The heat of the day,

simmers slow surreal

if in that moment,

I can be your inspiration,

perhaps a dream state,

allows you to travel with me,

together we dance the sky

parallel lives visit that dimension

wanders far beyond the physical reality,

the shell we carry with ourselves always.

Imagine a world …

please, a refill,

stay a while longer will you –



*photo found on pinterest

Imagine Provocative

I seek

what is natural,

certain beauty,

we always feel when

you do walk in the room,

that universal wanton,

flaunting to one’s eye,

sweet to another,

surreal while my eyes,

stay nearby, waiting.

A wisp of breeze

through open door,

skin soft sensational,

draped in silk,

is the delight in my mind,

while watching,

just a lovely notice,

summertime again, always,

wanting to know deep, internal,

designs in passionate grace,

waiting, while you proceed,

smile with a seeming

sort of nod …

stroll by sensuality,

I do watch you move


while outside,

streams the sunlight,

clothes our normal day.