A Simple Layered Elegance
Her robes did convert her elegance
into a certain delight,
the long, sinewy nature of legs,
drawn inside the fabric,
a hand could reach and tease skin,
always aware,
the notion needed to dive inside,
yet for now she was spectacular,
the ribboned designs,
rainbows and blended lines
caressed her body in a way
that eyes would follow forever,
wanting everything inside,
a thoughtful exploration
would carry me further,
only if when I glanced in her eyes …
yes!
Summer Elegance
For there is little else to suggest,
what is the fair nature of her season,
when an urgency to respond, let energy overcome
is all that seems necessary in a day.
Glance toward the beauty of woman,
she is that provocateur, a natural sense
of human nature on display,
yet, her inner peace ought be a certainty.
Indeed, the summer air does so trigger
an elegance in nature, in primal response,
yet so is the wonder of our soul
drawn to fulfill each moment we despair.
While walking alone today, a sunlit stage,
I do imagine her, in simple luxury,
the key to sweet solace her unspoken
elegance be my charge to rest my heart upon.
Savor This One
My mind, my body, my eyes,
have this perpetual desire,
though it’s, well, known, has indeed,
been done, thought about, imagined,
played out.
I’ve read about it, been turned on by it,
felt the enticement of the excitement
beyond it.
Yet I cannot still call it my own,
our own,
this intrigue,
a thoughtful repose,
a candid shot in the mind of others,
I still only count upon the fantasy.
A gray day, an indiscernible disappointment
for some,
for others it is the excitement,
traffic,
people watching, people seeing, people wanting,
different shapes and atmosphere and mood.
In the coffee shop on a simple afternoon,
where the stories are being told,
yet we are all so left alone.
A dark persona meant to simply allow space,
moves with a silent purpose,
eyes upon her are anticipated,
yet she has practiced diversion,
allows her life to be contained,
cup in hand, glance to the walls,
all filled with humanity inside their frame.
Choose the table,
please, I’ve arranged myself for you,
to be nearby, close enough to know eyes
suggest a scene,
only if you decide,
I can wish upon a dream,
I can hope to set the tone for this scene.
Wraparound legs, a turtleneck plays inside silk design,
she is stunning in her desire to be the elegance
she certainly portrays in a delicious
natural sense.
Sit there – my eyes dart away, my expression flush,
I wait in hope this lovely woman
will allow my eyes to exchange smiles with her,
though there is more to the story,
a lust, a desire, a certain silent seduction,
a pairing of ideals, of mood, of anticipation,
I would if given avenue, begin a quiet caress,
soft shoulders that speak of need,
lips, with little of a painted display,
yet certain to provide the sensuality my yearn
might feel if given a key to this fantasy.
She sips, while book open, her eyes devour
this moment with a delicious affect
speaks to my loins, I do want her now,
she glances my way,
the intensity of my need widens her eyes,
gently,
her book closes, a sip, a moment to ponder,
she steps out of my fantasy, to yet an exit nearby.
Deftly, my books close, book bag sorted,
my exit apparent,
I reach the car,
step inside with my state of mind,
anyone might ascertain,
yet remains completely my own,
for the moment.
‘Did that work’ she says, with a smile, buckling in.
I glance upon lithesome … eyes,
the pullover she knows is my favorite,
a complimentary scarf so elegant,
smiling,
I gather a breath, ‘Oh my, I do so … ‘
sweet lips entangle my reaching gasp.
Poodle Skirt Afternoons
It certainly is a fantasy,
every man’s dream,
well perhaps,
it is the notion of a certain elegance
hidden to a glance,
a pretty chance,
play with the irresistible nature of desire,
that lust, that splendid piece of …
Oh the liberties of the mind when will she sashay
past my way, past my day, upon my
sweet, sassy, display.
We all have our favorites,
the nature of a hot summer’s day,
a melody to rock the mind,
the sights of spring moving toward autumn,
we only have this short window
to appreciate the simple beauty of woman,
without the strain,
beyond the compromising fallacy of control,
can we only love,
be able to share our energy together,
to appreciate our most basic need,
the lovely reality of sensuality beyond objectivity.
Oh the liberties of the mind when will she sashay
past my way, past my day, upon my
sweet, sassy, display.
How I do often wish to know,
just the very chance of understanding purpose,
recognizing innocence in the natural
surrounding of man and woman
in the throes of passion.
We are a simple lot of ignorance,
so often lost in the rapture of an enticement,
we forget quite easily an element of integrity,
which when let go, the ties loosened,
will surely unravel the most chivalrous intent.
Oh the liberties of the mind when will she sashay
past my way, past my day, upon my
sweet, sassy, display.
Is it remarkable an instance can change my day?
I would hope it might always be this way.
Oh This Beauty in Time
Oh, this moment when simple words do cause my stir,
to imagine the passions my fantasy could experience her.
Oh, to cherish each thoughtful notion of love in a tear,
to know there is truth in the serendipity we share.
Oh, to look to a beautiful sky and recognize this love
is beyond our control and simply driven from above.
Oh, to feel your presence in touch, a skin in radiant air,
I would imagine your every step and grace is everywhere.
Oh, to have you in my arms, to feel your lips press mine,
It is the truth I respond with desire, a nectar’s sweet wine.
Oh, I do, yes, in every aspect of my world think of you,
when on a streamlined sunlit morn, my eyes seek this blue.
For it is the concept of wonder that keeps our hears alive in chance
To seek, to contemplate to find once more my eyes in yours in trance.
I Have This Photograph
She brings me in the room,
with just a photograph,
soft hand,
a rest upon a shoulder.
I can touch her lips as if I am with her
having known that moment,
when tracing my fingertips along naked …
I do recall opening eyes to notice hers,
watching me, waiting, anticipating,
a smile as I might accept her way,
to find, to know, to need this want of passion
is her.
I do remember,
the silence in beauty,
when two people might share desire,
to wander in anticipation,
to find her
center.
I do glance now, relive, a picture,
and am grateful to know the image,
remains consistent …
certain elegance.
In Definition
There is something beautiful about the word,
When found in the throes of an energy bound,
We wonder sometimes if it might feel absurd,
When suddenly our hearts sense love is around.
Perhaps in first light we might the skeptic told
Imagine initial sparks only a lovely distraction
Yet when further our energy increasingly bold,
We are certain to know this a chosen direction.
Throughout a delicate mania of quiet caress
Welcome a travel beyond our wildest dreams,
When in privacy of mind, sensuality address
A compliment of beauty is elegance seems.
When love is real, we willing allow entrance,
Inside might our lives enhance sweet chance.
