Would You Then

If in the quiet moonlight,

we danced, our eyes,

suggestive,

would you if my lips

did find a naked shoulder

a nervous gasp …

 

Would you then,

while my hands now

felt liberty

the fabric that might entice

a man to explore further,

while you rose in my palms

my lips now buried in

your neck,

soft to reach your passion

 

might you as I did fingertips

find your buttocks,

the extension of my hand

directed by a movement

drawn in sequence to your own mouth

insistent upon my own,

tongues twirling,

 

Would you then find your center

to come alive for the beauty of such is

a delicious notion

while your eyes

turned to the sea

to allow my own waves of desire

let us drift toward some

long forgotten island of

sweet sensuality …

 

would you imagine while I did begin.

Much To Say Little Reason

I feel I’d like to explode

the words will pour

feelings will bury the mind

in contemplative scrutiny,

the lunacy of the ludicrous

nature of acceptance

within the perfect structure

that is reason to disagree.

 

Yet I am alone with this fear,

this tension, this concern,

a need to vent,

remember getting your feelings out,

feel better after a good cry,

a good cleansing wrenching of our

internal demons,

or wait,

wait a second,

I’m almost done,

just one second please,

and I will finish that which

I began,

or perhaps

chose to not even getting started.

 

Right now, struggling with reason!

When Found

beauty

When found,

I have felt your presence

an already gasp,

swift temptation is mystique

inside her

is a melodrama meant to

design man’s meaning.

 

Mix night sky with

a soft response in her touch

his need to explore

she is sensuality

in the midnight

reckoning

of man’s desire

woman’s intrigue

a soul already found

whether lust or need

my heart aches

to be found sweeping

hands across

woman

in all of her elegance.

 

I would if I could might

witness the beauty

inside your quiet

release,

center is alive

such is a need

to find

sensuality beyond

our own silent

insecurity

 

Oh, there are these lines

I wish to do

with you

forever

in a midnight sky


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

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On Writing Erotica

Oh, to find sauce in the sweep of a tongue,

to linger in gasp

might we some way know a path

along his center,

the long and drawn out slide of exploration,

to feel her response,

the sweet touch a nectar of truth

when cradling moans become such wild

release,

not yet we will always say,

trying to find

an edge,

know when she, he,

when they as one

wish us, wish them

find our center together

in such is this our explosive mantra,

the sensuality of the human condition

discovered.

 

Oh it is alluring,

the mind wishes to travel

inside the fantasy

of sin,

a practiced sexuality,

the mystique of woman,

the brazen nature of man,

the combination of some swift surreal

engagement of this

our universal gender driven desire

to offer sweet solace,

sweaty and spent,

in each other’s arms,

legs intertwined,

minds as one.

 

We need the eyes for everything to be real.

Because I Wanted What You Held Inside

yes, it was the passion in your eyes,

the way your words drove me,

made me want to never look away,

for you to know I was there,

searching, desire, a certain lust of your being,

and I did stay with you for as long as you might let me

if it meant one day

I would find myself inside of you, journeying further as your own need,

drove me to explore every aspect of whom you might be,

woman,

exquisite in all of your natural magic,

I would listen to your whisper in my ear,

that final meant to be endeared gasp,

that, ‘yes now, I want you to be inside of me’

that this is whom we are,

and found together

our center is a one ness,

a trivial description,

yet in sweet simplicity,

I have been allowed to  know

woman

Summer Is Sweet

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if

one might imagine

a quiet wander

with little reason to explain

beyond this simple beauty

a wheat length

with season to hold

a nostalgic prayer

her father once told

so now this sunrise

her favorite flair

to no one’s eyes

just for her

such is sweet

in reckoning

truth

beauty is

sweet response

we have so

forgotten

simple is nature

her

we will

notice

only believe

in what is real

on this

sun-swept

afternoon

please give

us peace

for it is all she

would ever might

want

I Woke To A Dream

the-lovers-2

the lovers II – Rene Magritte


For a minute,

while I felt the warmth of an animal nearby

my unconditional love

by my side, breathing soundly.

 

Was then I felt her lips on my own

no longer animal

(my one hand assured me)

only a lover would lay with me

for it were her eyes would speak

all my worries of being misunderstood

as her smile guided my hands,

I felt her naked skin,

cautious

I wanted only to hold her forever,

my fingertips

found her immediate

her gasps remained real

as she too turned my way,

to show me her world,

a soft tease of my naked tongue

across one nipple,

and her head reared back,

like we had been here before,

and yet so long,

and yet forever.

 

I did so search with immediacy

to not lose her to a fantasy,

I kept my eyes open

to find her own,

her smile

her love,

I reached inside, with one finger,

slow to find, forever to follow,

one guide would be her expression of need,

and I would be there with her

the entire journey,

while again a guttural sound would assure me

this no longer is a dream,

this is who we once were,

this love

this passion,

we would intertwine now

and our desire became the one

we did know,

we could find inside our other

inside the silence of love

 

I closed my eyes,

my grateful passion sated

if only in  a dream,

I knew when now

in the quiet of morning,

an animal sleeping nearby

undisturbed by a morning memory

sleeping sound

 

as the world became a memory of

sweet yet, bittersweet nostalgia … a soft tear


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda with love

If Wonder

yes, those moments

in the quiet eyes

find similar paths

hope aligns

with silent passion

shared only

with a spiritual enigma

we might call surreal,

yet we know is real,

just alone,

in the capacity of sweet

shared serendipity


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~