I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “grace

Sweet Response


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Memory now,

consumed in irony,

the magic of a quiet release,

when two lovers would abandon

some reality,

societal scrutiny,

in order to satisfy

each other’s urgency.

 

There is a long silence

while eyes adjust,

he in fingertips begins to trace

her being,

the alive gasps of a naked shoulder,

eyes further,

lips part for sweet sigh,

his find is her release,

yet,

to an outside observer,

this might be far more carnal,

yet words,

than simply the elegance,

of her beauty in his

quiet, private …

caress.


Beauty In Repose


I settled inside a fantasy,

for many years,

I would know strictly beauty

in all of her capacities,

only because she would

let me in.

 

She let me in,

and I accepted,

though it was me that wanted

to be inside her world,

know then the surreal,

the soul, such passion,

as my life had never known.

 

We walked together,

trails of discovery,

every glance, we stepped seemed to merit another,

we’d laugh and we would realize,

might we do this forever,

easy enough

to know just sharing her energy

my only wish, my only need,

my only sense of being real in my world.

 

I wonder tonight,

will tomorrow,

days later,

I wonder if ever there might be

some challenge to know,

some break in the storm,

that might allow sweet remedy

to the pain I feel each nigh.

 

I wonder if she might ever know,

may ever give solace

to the beauty she may bring

to a man’s life.

 

I wander the streets in certain repose,

wanting only hers to have the peace

she deserve,

yet me, my selfish quandary,

has no value in an eternal memory.

 

I do know elegance, mystique, hers is a design,

a jewel, an unknown sojourn toward forever.


Yes, We Would


If I took just the passion of your stance,

the simple pretty of fingertips

cling a sweet fabric

my lips would wish engage,

while gasps above might

suggest me a further trial

toward suggestive lace

meant to provoke

the kindness a caress

would allow,

would arouse,

would we now.


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.