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 “hope

A Wake of Silence


While music playing

set a tone

I listen

the outside places

away from me

the nearby

I wonder about sounds

I worry about certain movements?

I question my own decisions

I need to live with that silence.

 

It is in the early mist of mourning

Still hopeful I wait for a chuckle

though it’s a bit far away

I wonder about their morning

I would begin

how has it begun

is she in the same place

has she moved

further away

I worry about my reach

falling short

with every

new day.

 

I love her I know

there’s no question

in my mind the time

enduring.

In waking the normalcy

of loss

the optimism

I’m encouraged only by memory

wishing my reality

to offer some peace

to let her know

she has touched

my soul.

 

For there is now an immediate love

always means to overshadow the pain.


An Unbearable Life


What I became of,

said the seer,

one day while noticing

sad faces.

The eyes of reality

when the salt no longer

pours upon

the unbearable lightness of pain.

I once stood on the threshold of elegance,

I carried the weight of desire,

measured the happiness with words.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Life began to suggest otherwise,

and I cried,

as I will, do, want to, will certainly

have to,

today.

Because it isn’t what I want that matters

to my aching soul,

it is the finality of trying

desperately,

to wade through indifference,

even without ever knowing,

why it makes life

the rollercoaster upon our emotions,

it must be,

when in our world,

the circumstances speak only outcomes.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Oh, to know this sparkling autumn day,

would fill my energy with love,

oh to have that tear

in my hand

to shelter her sobs,

for they measure my own,

for there is love,

for ever.


While Morning Wanes


I wander in the morning light

I think about the beginning

time the  essence of our sojourn

inside love’s myriad.

We all walk inside a dream

sometimes reality

steps in

other moments

we choose to know

this is where we belong;

this is how

we want

to be

this is why

we have become a mastery.

Yeah always we remain unsure

about it being

the who

we believe we truly are

when standing alone.


In The Quiet of An August


I’m listening to some soft resonate

response to humanity,

when I wonder what it is I want to cry about.

 

I think about the events of the day,

a lost horizon,

an adjustment to being simple minded.

 

Now I wonder about a lot of little things,

so to pass the time,

a favored response to the greater good.

 

Yet there is always that occasional mind blown

revelation, an epiphany

starts our road like freshly laid asphalt.

 

There in the darkness I watched time,

and yet the morning sun still

shone like it managed every day of my life.

 

I wonder where it is I go, that leaves me

helpless in the space of time,

asking forgiveness and wandering alone.

 

I sometimes wait for letters that write a story,

sometimes just a glance,

and yet the time continues an autumn breeze.

 

I wonder if it might be true what she said,

too late, another life, not fair,

we can’t always want the same things together.

 

I know what love is today,

I’ve never felt such pain,

it is a beautiful thing –

 

My foot taps in a rhythmic motion,

the world seems to ignore,

the reality of my sadness forever more.

 

Oh to know the gentle caress of her touch,

is forever in my mind a scented

flower drawn by the artists’ of tomorrow.


When Love is Beyond


We reach out to the skies

a morning sunrise

is our only grasp of an energy

we once could feel

against the skin of our

naked selves,

alive with a passion,

a sensory magic that could

cause journey.

 

We would soon know,

there are truths

to the mystique of love,

we held on,

her in my arms,

eyes that might entertain,

a world well beyond

our immediate grasp.

Would we ever

know a horizon

shared in one.

 

I once followed a shadow,

waiting with an earnest

appeal,

a wish to know,

to hear, to see,

a vision of a memory in my

mind,

always patience,

and hope my strength

to carry on.

 

One day in the autumn,

a calendar of certain

life

I did watch the image

of a woman,

walk quiet inside my world,

my reality,

my immediate presence,

it was there

my world immediately changed

forever in the sweet peace …

love.

 

Though she may be beyond my reach,

there is a moon,

reflective in its natural state.

We share a luminosity,

while waiting in the silence,

for our next rising sun.

 

 


Sweet Allowance


When the scope of our lives,

become measured,

the tears arrive first, they last forever,

for every moment we recall,

the waters rising are reasonable.

The hurt inside,

makes sense responding to truth,

yet we do shy away.

 

We want the reality of love to last

throughout our quiet

reflection when confusion suggests,

when time speaks loud

while our lives continue to seek

– honest appraisal-

The sort of sweet response a life

gives another chance.

 

Oh to know there is certainly one

that holds our heart.

She does mine, in every step of my day,

while the sun always sets.

I await a morning dawn, relief

is my only hope,

to know the beauty of her desire,

is passion demands respect.

 

Oh to know the response our love commits,

beyond a societal norm, is eternally found.


A Mix of Passions


If while listening to heartbeats,

I could recognize a pace,

a steady beat of love,

oh, to know the passion of time.

 

I would channel my desire,

to hold true that pattern of

every manner of a cooing dove,

give Grace to this my kind.

 

If wants more easily defined,

would we have an everlasting

key for that eternal bliss we see,

when falling further forward.

 

If when seeking sweet remedy,

could a person so tenderly,

allow only time to fade the sky,

the world upon might carry on.

 

If when she then glanced my way,

would it be that for every day,

might my love be her muse mystique,

carry on sensuality in magic’s way.

 

Oh forever have the challenges defend

the loss, the failure of this spoken way,

love is a fallen sea of treasure,

we might always seek a measure.

 

If for now I could see in her eyes,

might I then forever be so wise.