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 “eternal

A Time Before Love


There is a valley,

we all have a vantage point,

it carries a visual acumen,

filled with a variable progress.

 

I often wonder of accurate planning

the desire is action together

Yet we know acrimony might ensue

certainly we obscure our agency to love.

 

Would we in time languish desire,

that eternal love allows change

when what we long remains

always beyond lament’s labor.

 

If when we understand the truth

our lives would use simple time,

our world might utilize a passion

discreet yet real, a union met.

 

Can we begin to earn our truths

without the fear of every venue

combing the grounds to even the fare,

the beauty in love’s eternal eye.

 

Value allow love unusual ease.

 

 

 


Analogous Answers


We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,

hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,

we struggled with our eyes today,

a desire to find, unwind, to define.

 

Let’s return to touch for a minute,

we know each other’s response,

a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love

always with us wherever the need.

 

A suggestion made at one point,

A reach, a desire to comfort her,

easily noticed and always allowed,

for there is love in the moment.

 

I know that now the term I sing,

‘if you love someone, set them free’

cannot be asked about or known,

the idea simply will become the mean.


Thinking About This


I often wonder about notions,

an idea, plays out in my head,

I formulate my own opinion,

a funny sort of discrete decision.

 

Not yet, my mind tells me,

not ready to share with anyone else,

and there begins the battle,

because I do,

I so want to,

there’s a part of me that wants to free the world,

my world I suppose,

actually, our world,

because I think, wait a second, I mean,

we all seem to … have a want;

so that everyone around me will know

what’s in my head,

what I’m imagining,

 

Thinking about this.


He Said, She Said More


he would spend his time explaining,

she might smile,

he might wish her eyes were dreaming,

she would let him know.

 

he could wish her happiness,

she would tell him,

he would breathe a deep sigh,

she would love him.

 

A sweet morning sunlight,

skies spectacular in romantic drifts,

streaking clouds,

hands that touch with a certain need.

 

By the rail of the public dock,

he pulled her close,

she let lips caress his,

their hands began a celebration.

 

This was his need,

she did offer love,

he would believe

she could feel loved.

 

Their passion furthered

in the long grass,

a shadowed sunlight

under a naked tree.

 

Here was their kiss,

a long and enduring time,

she did suggest tone,

he followed a direction known.

 

Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,

inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.

 

 


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.


In Moonlit Trials


Consider shadows in stealth street lit form,

their evident stance, posture, motion seen

we are all habitual,

all players in a scheme.

The physical traits of our realities easily found

on a calm summer night, an evening walk.

 

Yet it is the surreal nature of a moonlit stroll,

that place in our dreams offers a mystique

whereby candlelights and cobblestone combine,

the breeze is always like an autumn rain,

the shadows belong to the romantics

who decide their lives are better in natural light.

 

There is this wood I remember,

not too distant from the city lights,

yet enough to allow starlit magic

to be a guide,

when love decide,

two hearts will travel inside their dream.

 

I wish to be there with you now,

holding you,

forever never letting go,

so that when tears would rain,

my eyes would yours compel,

and we would our own shadows know.

 

 


If For Only That Moment


When a fleeting notion does intercept my mind,

I am suddenly drawn, a recall, a dance,

lips would intertwine,

a searching passionate draw sublime.

 

For it is then my world will unravel,

only to be found in the shelter of her

undying love,

that quiet remembrance – happy still.

 

Once a sweet search, it belongs

a memory in our hearts,

afire with delicious sensuality,

our lips, together, we design a scene.

 

I watch the world exist around me,

helps my focus, softens my pulse,

yet in a flash of a quiet visual,

she has my heart in sweet touch, caress.

 

If only for that moment, we could sustain

the world around our soul,

to know that we are always one in this silence,

to believe our certain love remain.

 

I will forever walk inside this my dream,

of an eternal fire gives solace to all we seem.