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

The Pleasure of Touch


That’s what I miss,

when I imagine

skin touching skin,

the energy received inside

the moment

in a surround of her passion,

my fingertips,

her hands,

our skin, our lips, are bodies,

intertwine themselves

in a hurried expression

a sensuality

we both feel now in the imagination

we choose to live by

without the privilege of knowing

a longer sojourn

inside each other’s dreams.

 

It is that touch

reminds me of beauty,

her gasps

my leaps to find her center,

to slowly bring arousal beyond the point where she …

we understand

together,

the element of touch,

is our greatest yearn,

when for now,

we rely upon our intellect

to help us through this

silence.

 

Do as we may,

there is truth in how

our human condition,

may yearn eternally,

once having touched

each other’s soul.


When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


Love on a Timetable


I used to believe happiness

is forever,

lasting well beyond the moment.

I know today life is a mystery

we are bound to,

solutions are found in love.

I wonder sometimes if eternal

can really mean always,

or are we all simple pawns.

I felt an emotional loss today

while the evening sun

continued its descent on my day.

I believe I am a shell of my life

in the evening silence,

yet fully aware this is all my doing.

I am aware that my life is blessed,

to know love,

is to surely understand sweet elegance.


Simple Melody


I listen,

the hours ahead,

I try to understand,

the world I live in,

how it all connects,

why it does,

when I wonder,

how long does it take,

I move to another theory,

run the course of imagination,

only to discover,

I see it,

I can understand it,

though I don’t want it.

 

I travel some more,

walk around the corner,

find a new glint of light

upon a distant, fading horizon,

and I settle in,

recall and remind,

I look to the future,

wonder about what might be inside,

a dream I had the other day,

that damn dream,

comes and goes,

oh how I wish it would stay,

shelter my fears,

such a beautiful dream,

is,

her.


In Silence We Love


Only the light of my words,

illuminate my setting,

a world apart,

yet, here we stand, we imagine,

we walk inside one another’s dream.

 

In my silence,

i do think of her sweet

innocence,

that surety of sanity,

the piece of a fabric inside her lovely

demeanor,

the world she holds together

with a smile.

 

The ticking of a clock,

nearby,

always a reminder,

the day, the moments,

the opportunity to become

a still life,

always measured

in fragments of a time we must

recall and respond to in quiet balance.

 

Mine is love,

far beyond the early moments

of wonder,

of a dream,

a fantasy of whirlwind desires,

manifest itself to our reality,

to always be here,

inside one another’s psyche,

our souls together,

wound around the truth,

a sweet reckoning.

 

In this my silent moment,

I am content to know

her passion,

her real,

her beauty is always near me,

holding me, protecting me,

loving …

she is love.


sweet recall


please don’t be afraid of memory,

the etched in mind recall,

a wonderful exploration,

a journey we two did find a forever,

touch would be our arousal,

the quiet night, accentuated by music,

when the melody would fade our own

settle in,

then eyes,

to sweet see the moment,

when passion and love rest in each other’s arms,

while the world outside,

is no longer our own,

we here,

in this soft retreat

do find time and sensuality

to be a satisfying sojourn

beyond the tempered nature of our society,

we two in celebration, in release,

we reach for one another

seek oneness


A Quiet Whisper


Our worlds travel miles in a variety of direction.

We seem to know though,

always the other might wonder,

we count on it,

our way of staying in tune with a lovely energy.

 

I knew today to be one of nostalgic recognition

Filling my mind with memory,

sweet wonder of a surrounding quiet,

a calm influence

will provide a shadow of eternal peace.

 

She is in a place where a spiritual solace is sound.

One can only imagine beauty,

when left to our own design of elegance,

the truth is clear,

she will forever hold my heart so dear.

 

Oh, to know this will always be the manner,

to understand that life together is forever free.