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

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 …


Analogous Answers


We sat in the quiet of an afternoon,

hands held, felt, smoothed, traced,

we struggled with our eyes today,

a desire to find, unwind, to define.

 

Let’s return to touch for a minute,

we know each other’s response,

a quiet sort of sweet, solemn love

always with us wherever the need.

 

A suggestion made at one point,

A reach, a desire to comfort her,

easily noticed and always allowed,

for there is love in the moment.

 

I know that now the term I sing,

‘if you love someone, set them free’

cannot be asked about or known,

the idea simply will become the mean.


Hope Remains


Look outside the sunlight shadows the morning mood,

there’s a partial overcast sky,

suggests an incomplete meaning,

there would seem to be a distant pain

exists in her heart.

 

He would try to simply hold on to measure,

the beating pulse of angst she wish

would a challenge meet his own heart,

a yearning,

a desire beyond the normalcy

of knowing love could be trusted

always

without necessary definition.

 

We do imagine what our heart believes,

that if in a sudden turn,

her eyes might be in his again,

he would take her tears and meet them with his own,

if only,

in this moment the door would be open,

if the sudden luxury of peace,

could then step inside the vacancy

left bruised in

 

my soul.


In Such A Low


my mother would reference this place,

a sort of mental ravine,

her heart might nearly stop,

eyes would glaze?

blood flow in her feigns might suddenly,

spill into one pool of spun lethargy.

This was not a place

she liked to be,

she’d often howl at the nature

of love and all it’s failings.

 

yet, she never discovered a solution?

only knew when inside?

not a lesser degree of pain

could ever exist.

 

where my mother was always never to pull the plug,

I might decide otherwise,

though my freedom would be sought?

there leaves a ring of memory,

clinging to everyone’s personal psyche.


When That Happens


I wonder if you might know,

how soon while in the throe,

I do my willingness throw,

my heart in full tell of your soul.

 

I wanted to kiss you there, again,

have you swoon, and shake the reign

of self-control, to let go while in rain,

we two could train love our refrain.

 

I really didn’t know when your lips

did touch my meaning how my slips

into an eternal passion silent clips

of my reality would loosen my grip.

 

Now it is today, I am so truly lost

again,

wishing now what is the real cost.


Come When They May


There are these tears, they build,

a sort of wall of a waiting storm,

I like to imagine a sweeter guild

of love than ever might we form.

 

I wander toward a make believe

palace on the top of this hill,

it is here I would wish for reprieve

from the scream inside so shrill.

 

The mounting crags of spindled rock,

would slip me into sweet oblivion,

if in a moment I would look to block

the piercing light I rest my eyes upon.

 

Oh to find the shadows of my common

world, whereby, the normalcy of why,

would only bury the familiar horizon,

when only together we might forever cry.

 

I have found my way again in the blue,

A moody appreciation always loving you.


Quiet Screams


It’s when in a moment, my world suddenly shifts,

when a word, a possibility, a delight suddenly leaves

 

we’re left to fend for ourselves, the dignity drifts,

we try to imagine a holistic realization receives

 

precedent, a strength beyond my world,

where watching her dance my head twirled.

 

I miss the sudden grip of my body and her kiss,

the moment when all else is put aside, nothing amiss,

 

I wonder about her, and where she might be tonight,

I picture situations, scenarios I’d rather not see,

 

and yet, whom am I to imagine anything more than me,

how selfish to believe my precedent overrules her needs.

 

I’d love to have you with me now, I’d hold you,

my kiss would last forever, I’d want you to find my eyes.