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 “kiss

Then When A Kiss


A breeze is my reminder,

the moment we held one another,

soft moonlight,

all the foreboding romantic

notions aligned

while the world around us,

continued,

we stopped in a moment,

lips pressed,

a silent yet lovely

reminder,

and the winds shifted,

not that frigid arctic,

cause icy pain sort of way,

just a reminder,

time

we were now

alone again

left to wonder

how far,

‘what is this’

a question,

an answer

in a kiss.


Long Ago


I remember my first time,

sitting on the banks of the river,

I wanted to,

she smiled,

I wondered if she knew,

she smiled.

There was this kiss then,

it wrote the book sorta speak,

I suddenly felt what it meant to

ravish beauty,

yet I was still scared,

sitting on the banks of the river,

holding my sweetie in my arms.


A Kiss Is Always …


A reminder,

a soft willow to land my lips upon,

a quiet journey toward breathless resolve.

A kiss

is a sojourn toward her heart,

waiting, sweet reckoning,

an always.


Remember Happiness


Remember when we do find each other’s eyes,

a smile begins,

we don’t wish for the grand prize,

for we each win.

 

Remember it is happiness,

when wondering why,

the essence of this certain bliss,

is often left with a cry.

 

Remember that I love you,

with ever fiber

in my being I search above,

to know the answer.

 

Remember that first kiss,

we nervous as children,

wanted nowhere to miss

the idea of this our sojourn.

 

Each time I hold you in my arms,

the kiss will always, remember.


He Said, She Said More


he would spend his time explaining,

she might smile,

he might wish her eyes were dreaming,

she would let him know.

 

he could wish her happiness,

she would tell him,

he would breathe a deep sigh,

she would love him.

 

A sweet morning sunlight,

skies spectacular in romantic drifts,

streaking clouds,

hands that touch with a certain need.

 

By the rail of the public dock,

he pulled her close,

she let lips caress his,

their hands began a celebration.

 

This was his need,

she did offer love,

he would believe

she could feel loved.

 

Their passion furthered

in the long grass,

a shadowed sunlight

under a naked tree.

 

Here was their kiss,

a long and enduring time,

she did suggest tone,

he followed a direction known.

 

Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,

inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.

 

 


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.


A Birthday Wish


If when in the distant horizon, a place familiar,

would while sandstorms erase the past,

she stands in the sunlit mecca, a spiritual muse.

 

His grateful demeanor, vivid eyes could see

a certain elegance that one time is lost,

today is in his heart real beyond his dreams.

 

Could I please offer you my kindest wishes

he did plead to the silent night sky,

I do wish to hold you in my arms and cry.

 

Because in love we move beyond the norm,

there is a delightful caress in my mind,

tells me she is nearby, waiting in her quiet.

 

I do love you he would say, as she might begin

a slow methodical step toward truth eternal.