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 “him

What Cannot Be Designed


An answer, when the silence looms,

we cannot determine an outcome,

though we might easily …

It is surely a known tension to become

our central focus,

when we are unable to find

any solution to the question in our mind.

 

I can only wish, she might hear me,

know I can listen to her need,

know it is beyond my reach,

and that is really alright with me.

I understand,

‘I just can’t’

or perhaps it is as easy as,

‘need this time’

rather than be responsible for the anxiety

might be reached,

when decidedly the silence seems necessary.

 

Last night, I held your hand,

and in that quiet moment, just the peace,

of touch,

of a silent love that shared we frustrate

our reality to such levels,

there is a depth of pain no anxiety might ever release.

 

So I do return to that touch,

the glance,

eyes that suggest compassion,

a smile and holding your need next to my own,

and it is there I remain,

always here.


Oh to Prescribe Time


Dali - The Persistence of Memory

Oh to know this is the right,

time,

this moment,

it is in this amount of gathered energy,

to forecast the right morning,

the perfect afternoon,

a blissful evening,

 

and then to add … more time

 

When we plan our lives around

a certain favor, a pleasing introduction,

a realized shared opportunity to

love

when we might understand,

this was meant to happen just this way,

no one might answer any of the reasoning why,

we just did,

we could,

we knew without wondering we would.

 

and then to add … more time

 

Now chapters along in the journey,

we might begin to recognize stirrings,

perhaps our lives are in different,

parallels, or regions we sometimes cannot predict,

yet in our mind,

we visualize time,

we know we are always there,

always here,

if we can only find the right

time,

the moment suggests,

we have designed our lives.

 

and then to add … more time

 

if we continue to try,

we might find we have lost

a thread,

only that quiet unravel,

takes such little time …

 

print – Salvador Dali – The Persistence of Memory


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.


When Truth Forbids Chance


Oh I have tried,

I do love you with all my being,

and would sacrifice a world,

one filled with reputation and avarice,

for the soul that might challenge

a societal norm.

 

How often would I tell her

she completes the essence of my reason

to examine any notion in my mind.

 

How easily could I look in her eyes

and tell exactly what it was that mattered

to me in the moment.

 

It is always you,

all ways lead to your heart,

and it is me that breaks the path,

by locking onto selfish needs,

rather than the appreciation of just how

magical my life has become with you by my side.

 

Oh to vent a passion like ours,

would write volumes of beauty and grace,

carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts

that symbolize summers and hot spring days,

and impulsive scenarios where two people,

just allowed life to take them in its arms,

and kneel before the starlit sky,

a kiss, a smile, a gasp,

and it was then,

I knew I could know no other love.


Muse Appeal


Its actually the way she does,

when he falters,

she manages to find the right words,

he is the constant skeptic,

always believing that this might be the case,

and then the sun rises again,

she is radiant in her peace,

he humbled by the virtue she displays,

and yet,

she has to wonder if that is enough,

or will he walk toward her enchantment again,

always seeking,

wonder,

with little regard for anything else around him,

only a certain energy,

he does desire her words, eyes, voice,

touch,

if everything might be so simple,

then his constant musings,

could be quelled

long enough for his muse to be able to freely,

breathe …


A Quiet Walk


I took a walk today,

we did,

a quiet stroll along the river,

we did,

lush leaves in a deep valley,

we spoke,

very little of anything.

 

What is it happens when two souls,

meant to share time,

do experience a fresh rainfall, wet leaves

while the journey continues

there isn’t a word shared, in fact there is

quiet reality.

I wonder if now might be anything like the same …

 

We do take walks together,

hands held,

we stroll into a sunlit summer

afternoon,

our eyes do search for one another,

all the time,

we know our lives are meant a freedom.

 

Now, the twilight speaks to mind,

wonder about her,

curious about him and the evening,

without her,

It is always that way we both agree,

until when,

there is a time when our walk will be

the same.


Days and Nights and Parks and Lights


For we did walk with a fresh step,

a gentle rain may fall nearby,

yet our hearts would shield away the pain,

for in the night sky,

the eyes did allow the galaxy to breathe,

and we were a couple of observations,

in the distant reality below,

this place where ideals arise

from simple shadows in delightful airs.

 

We could hold each other here,

a seemingly private distant reality,

a reflection of the night sky,

would caution an onlooker, to know,

to feel, to understand, there might be

love nearby,

and we did enjoy such a mellow air,

the spring like evening,

weeks before the dew,

no albatross of summer’s sting,

only you and me,

the sky and dream.

 

There is this gentle touch,

a promise of a sweet caress,

the moonlit illumination

quite apparent and so very rich

in passion, in giving, in a spiritual

mix of ritual and love,

together we did discover

there can be beauty in the

most profound manner of an

accentuated kiss.

 

I remember when the moment arose,

your fingertips removed any hindrance,

my desire, my lips, my reach,

to find a pleasure zone,

would be tonight a soft shoulder,

fabric aside and sensuality is naked,

a journey upon the skin that let’s love

remain standing in sweet harmony,

to a gasp, now a moan, now a thrust …

hands around, tangled in hair,

pulling me toward you, while I do

wish to further bury my soul inside

your sweet labyrinth.

 

Oh I do shudder at the notion of a moment,

when the night sky did give allowance,

a soft glance, sweet grasp, gasp my desire

in throes of our time, together, this time,

this now when all else seems swept aside,

and a travel, a journey, we mount our adventure

into the depths of desire, that is sweet,

quiet is our release.