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 “fantasy

The Essence of Woman


In life lives a fantasy,

a gentle reminder of a soft journey,

one rampant with a passion,

driven by the essence,

the true nature of knowing,

her every curvaceous tone,

whether it be intellect

or the naked reality …

 

In imagining woman,

might the man remember

true beauty,

an eternal mystique

shall be her endearment,

the freedom she carries to be

just lovely in every aspect

of her being.

 

Woe that we do forget

in the throes of a neediness,

a loss of contentment

with recognizing peace,

instead tossing aside the value,

that originating seduction,

for a callous recall,

one that may cause confusion,

detract from any innocence,

to inherit an ugliness toward

proper beauty.

 

It is in that pause,

the reflection of man,

we can realize

there is truth inside the goddess

of our humanity,

that spiritual reckoning

suggests a karmic wave

of true innocence,

the essence of woman

be shared only in the eyes

of sacred love.


Trials In Virtue


Though we might trouble our lives,

though we did,

we know now,

we did,

in adventurous tumult,

while all around our eyes,

there became this silent partner,

always waiting,

to suggest, to know, to understand,

or to simply seemingly suggest,

to recognize,

and yet,

we did continue our journey,

for we knew no other far and away and beyond

the reality of our time,

like a clock,

we did suddenly pause …


Simulating Conversation


Stimulating,

a momentary dream,

travel into my world,

while I imagine yours,

we are in this sweet cosmic

interlude

miles apart inside each other’s

visual need to know,

it is a steady rain,

a misty warmth envelops

a naked nostalgia,

feel her soft, caress, against my return,

and I will

I can only draw upon,

the delicious nature of our

simulating …

I am with you,

imagining you in your peace,

wanting my hands to bring you with me,

yearning lips,

to travel together,

where we always happily leave off,

wishing for that newest

moment,

awaiting our return.

 


The Impact in Interaction


It may seem a likely response,

two people,

when there seems a purpose,

that mutual attraction

we all breathe to yearn, and yet some,

might push the envelope.

 

Such energy is not the case,

when in her eyes, I see a dimension,

this parallel universe,

so easily imagined,

yet powerful in a quiet impact,

that allows years to suddenly

fly beyond our initial interaction.

 

I speak of no impulse, only ready kindness

such impressive grace,

that to imagine otherwise,

would seem only fantasy,

yet in her,

there is a reality in her soft

caress, the nature of love.

 

I wish sometimes I might

answer the questions,

the curiosity drives my mind,

I wish that before an eventual

fall inside the rocks of derision,

we might float above,

let our energy escape

the travesty of confusion.

 

We might easily define ourselves,

in a simple manner,

to acknowledge

the human condition,

is to dissuade any notion

of natural consequence.

 

There is a certain lightness in the air,

when I do accept the circumstance of her.


In My World


The stars do come alive

stretch across the horizon,

I lay back to imagine

she might wish the same

upon a streaming light

our eyes could feel the night.

 

We are miles and themes away

that close sense a fantasy

perhaps suffice to know the real

yet in this space a yearn

find the universal center

that place where we together breathe.

 

It is true we do believe

in a righteous state of mind,

a heartfelt memory holds grace

while worlds away we join the race.

In the quiet bliss eyes do find

love toward we both rewind.

 

Oh to know the stars do carry a soul

will cross inside our world of dreams.


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.