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

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.


When Lives Live Separate Realities


We didn’t plan this,

words familiar to the ideal,

two lives in separate worlds,

a correspondence, a fire,

a reasonable time to remember,

is all we suddenly recall,

when tonight, we wander,

separate minds in a similar spell.

 

Fantasy alone brings wild results,

a yearn for reality

make allowance for time,

a touch, a soft gentle caress,

a swift imagination would become,

that certain urgency to know,

to feel eyes upon eyes,

lips to taste the nectar

a careful abandon,

is love.

 

When last I held you close,

we did a passionate dance,

your breath heavy, gasps apparent,

did we play the night for the longer minutes,

when both our bodies felt the need,

to find more time.

We would with just a trace,

skin alive in a sudden fury,

could we travel the miles

in caution a moan, might my desire

ever seek taste in the serene atmosphere,

of only your sweet sensuality.

 

We can each time reinvent

finding center

finding together,

in the privacy of our trepidation,

open doors to wander,

inside the lives

where in a delicious motion,

our bodies, our needs, do meet,

do reach levels.


Sweet Imagery


I do recall
waking to you,
sweet eyes, wanting
my hands to begin again,
sending white linens aside,
to feel skin alive,
running from shoulder along
shuddering nape of neck,
where now my lips follow their lead,
to find you first, a gasp,
to find you again, an utterance,
and then return and recall and find again,
and slippery now your passion pulls my hair
toward your center.
I’m teasing though because I want you to yearn,
I was on the dark side of your dream,
only wanting to awaken delicious fantasy,
and while you do I feel myself rise
against the linens below me,
I’m far away from your reach,
because right now
while I make my way inside your thighs…
I want your hands to reach, to find, to grasp,
linens, headboard, and yes, breasts,
as my hungry mind,
tastes your beauty


With Whispers We Sing


In the quiet, a sexy shade of sensuality,

I would move to feel, to grace your skin,

gather near to offer me your beauty,

a gasp, a smile, eyes that yearn,

it is this memory, when with you I yearn.

 

I remember the slow rhythm of finding lips,

our nuzzle, slow and deliberate, knowing

we can be here forever before we even begin.

While time a continuum outside our private world,

we will create a delicious passion together.

 

Do you know how often I revisit the secrecy,

the lust, the rhythmic reach to find your eyes,

to know the casting shadows tell the tale,

a writhing, your center, an open journey

whereby all sound will fall within now dreams.

 

Oh to now hold the moment when an utterance,

means come along with me, my pleasure is yours.


Losing You


In the surreal sense of the human condition,

though we were little connected in physicality,

I hadn’t imagined the pain in my emotion,

I would feel when realizing this became insanity.

~

Shadowed by decades we do recall our delights

when memory raises expectations beyond the now,

we will always design such erotic nights,

or perhaps it is me while I raise your eyebrow.

~

I did for that brief moment reminisce sweet eyes

those touched my heart daily when then

I could pine over love never knowing just why

until again many distant songs later when

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a voice would speak of love and ceremony,

a wisp of flattery, a toss of childhood romance

would remind my body beyond my infamy,

I could again love you if only by some chance.

~

Yet while I tease the reality of our lives

I want nothing more than your own peace

when in the beauty of time, love thrives

in the knowledge of persecuted release.

~

Fond are the eyes in the grace of her elegance,

I’ll imagine nostalgic caress is sweet chance.