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 “grace

There Was This Kiss


A slow, purposeful glance of lips,

eyes check,

a need to watch pleasure,

to know he is searching forever,

it seems,

each time the kiss

begins another journey,

he dives in wanting to seek shelter

in the mystique

of sweet sensuality,

her gasp,

his manner,

she returns to find him,

he is lost,

yet so very found when she

holds his breath with

a quiet touch.


A State of Want


In a glance,

a smooth gentle curve,

winding around a world,

where my want might remain,

it is in this quiet

delight,

the shape of you,

with eyes enhanced,

suggesting I might take you,

suggesting please do take me,

in that moment

delicious.

 

I am a wonder in fantasy,

only with a desire might I recall,

the contours of a settling valley,

a surreal stream,

a touch,

the rising waters will then give me pause,

for it is here in the nature of love,

I do wish to watch springs flow,

the gasps of evening, a sensory paradise,

it is a caress of her sweet remedy,

my dreams become reality.


In Morning Song


I listened this morning,

the forest outside my window,

come to life, the wetlands,

creatures beyond my eyes would sing,

to suggest that beauty is inherent,

beyond the scope of my humanity.

 

I wished your energy to carry that soul,

the delightful ambience outside our control,

in that moment,

of self examination,

if we can sometime, step beyond ourselves,

a bigger picture,

makes allowance,

some spiritual guidance,

though we oft forget a grasp,

will protect our being with eternal grace.

 

I lay in linens,

listened to the song,

imagined you near me,

so I might hold you through the storm,

and capture your tears in my lips,

a smile,

your eyes,

to know this life is beautiful.

 

I lay for the moment,

knowing the impact of your world,

how his delightful smile,

is always waiting your quiet caress,

he is your remarkable miracle,

and it his energy belongs in your arms.

His music is your love.

 

I listened to the sounds of nature for awhile,

always hearing your precious gift,

I am grateful to know,

it is your undying energy,

does touch our soul.


Looking Through Glass


We haven’t a wall,

a transparent existence rules our lives,

I can see you,

my eyes indicate an occasional

anxiety,

it’s when I miss you,

just by a moment,

when little time allows any clarification.

 

Forever inside a dream,

perhaps there is a truth in knowing,

reality is often bypassed,

when our lives,

in center stage,

become wrapped around a need,

logic will seem less apparent,

until finally the eyes,

return with willing grace,

find our lives in a looking glass.

 

Search for me please,

I’m across town casting a light,

a lovely sunset,

within spectacular waves,

define our horizon.

We might discover the same.


In Knowing Grace


Oh I did travel to a different time,

a place where the lush beauty of nature

could find enhancement,

in each stone, dense sampling of forest,

in all of the sunlight’s well spent

design to bring our heart’s content.

 

Oh I did surround myself with beauty,

a certain natural innocence, a spiritual

reckoning would accept me wholly,

to listen to my cries, while then

enjoying the laughter of together smiles.

 

Is it always in the soft gale of an after rain,

the cool setting, the mist still remains,

that tells our heart no matter the fare,

there is always that memory of her Grace,

will take a soul far into the ocean’s breeze.

 

I wandered outside this morning to the gray

clouds of an after shower, the cool air

allowed me to settle in for a time to recall,

there is beauty, and there is grace,

a certain wonder she brought my world,

a sweet trace of spectacular surreal love.


On The Topic of Parks


I once knew a woman,

or perhaps she …

I sang a familiar lyric,

while she may walk with me,

in the sunlight,

under the summer leaves,

of our favorite park,

perhaps a trail filled with memory.

 

I remember feeling a security,

in having her hands touch me,

walk along my shoulders,

trace my chest, soft, precise,

she could light up a path,

that miles ahead,

would carry the same energy,

that with her in hand,

let me thrive,

allowed my body to come

to live in this lovely dimension.

 

I always felt at peace,

a certain delight,

a remarkable blessing

to have her,

to have you by my side,

having a walk

in the park.

 

In my eyes,

you were special.


The Surety of My Hypocrisy


Yes I do glance

I look, I imagine,

I create in my mind a world,

set apart from anyone nearby,

because it is mine,

and only then,

can my freedom be defined.

 

She is of a certain memory,

a night sky filled with sweet energy,

the stars are reminders,

seek the constellations,

I have been in this place

once before,

I know I have because she

does cradle my anxiety in a

spectacular wave of

cool mountain breeze.

 

We all have

one time or another,

imagined that lovely vision,

the trigger of our soul,

to suddenly ask a heartache,

to recall just that one time,

that moment,

when all eyes were elsewhere,

except ours for only a thought

might allow our hearts

an open reckoning

of the beauty inside,

that place so often forgotten,

when desire creates

a need for elegance

to step aside.