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 “lonely

When Words Become Our Burden


I have this love,

I need to talk about it,

so for the listener,

it is a story heard long ago,

experienced like yesterday,

only memory is our recall,

when we all

know the essence of love,

confused within a

burden of words.

 

I wish sometimes,

when I see a sunrise,

I might wonder the beauty,

and let that be all my heart needs

to feel fulfilled,

and yet,

it continues to emanate its energy,

while I remained shuttered,

afraid to let the world inside,

see my tears, my sadness,

my lonely cry out for forgiveness.

 

It is so hard to understand

the end

when we think of all the love

we would share

together in each other’s arms

always knowing then,

there would be another time,

but, a halting word,

the damage is done,

my desires and passions

run beyond the fantasy

turned toward real,

and she needed then to run away.

 

I have a certain sadness in my heart,

I would like to enter the next

life

yet, the callous nature

of selfish pride

still outweighs

the reality of losing her.

For now it is the beauty in her eyes,

the timeless nature of

all we have meant to one another,

for now, in my tears,

I wait for those memories,

I want only to know elegance,

it is the fashion of her sweet wonder,

lets me wander away

hopeful.

 

 


A Silent Reckoning


Absolute stillness, a quiet,

has its own foreboding feel,

footsteps of an animal,

ever soft, nearby,

curious,

eyes will look, though concern,

only for affection.

 

Back to silence,

ticking in the distance,

soft notification,

an eternal reminder

how quickly august has arrived.

A person might smell the fear,

the unknown,

a wonder of purpose.

 

If there were a music,

to bring me somewhere,

I would choose its tantric

melody

to hide this anxiety,

though it is the will of the mind,

a trapping of this questionable

sanity.

 

Is it all artificial,

this world we live in,

everything man-made

without suggestion

of miracle,

divine intervention,

a thorough timeliness,

to a clear definition.

 

I wonder out loud,

a heavy gasp,

air traffic overhead,

I realize now just why,

sitting in the comfort of my home,

the restlessness does continue,

without offering a solution,

only further reason to …

sigh.


When My Heart Aches


It is in the early morning, when waking,

I open my eyes, and see the invisible nature

of her memory, all I have

to hold onto,

is a quiet vision of when we could,

and now it fades,

I feel it in every waking moment,

without chance, I can experience loss,

time, people, change,

the world around me remains the same.

 

I want to hold back tears,

pretend it isn’t happening,

this constant,

this deep inside, festering truth,

I don’t want the challenge,

no longer wish to imagine I could be wrong,

I only want what my body feels,

the ache, the longing, the yearn,

that forever was simple,

and yet now in the moment,

smooth jazz only makes me want to cry.

 

I used to think about the amazing touch,

her sweet harmony with my utterances,

lips breeze and tease,

search in tongue twirl like a melody,

we would play this tune,

we would play this tune,

we would, God help me, play this tune …

did keep my passion alive.


When While This Way


I wonder the fragrance of her hair,

when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,

Let me breathe in your sense

before you leave me forever.

For it is that permanence

occurs every time I say good bye

to her.

Today I have been watching time

wishing only some sign,

an indication that tells me I am not crazy,

that this is real,

the ache I feel is the response to losing her.

 

I wanted summer to be alive with love,

a shower of affection like a late summer rain,

the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,

kissing each other in the constance

of a watery memory,

the times we would together,

flatter each other

with a certain elusive desire.

 

Yet it is today I stand

alone,

I wonder how much longer she can

let my need to share sensual dreams

with her,

her being by my side,

the scent of her,

lovely elegance,

stays in my mind,

forever.


Alone in Notion


An emptiness

settles my mind,

when I can know the feeling remains.

If hesitation

suggest an opportunity

the anxiety blows me,

figuratively

of course,

that literal need is always knocking

when I’m alone,

when time stands still and hours fly by,

I wonder if anyone knew

would they …

or

is it me.

Am I the solution to my need,

seems to be a sort of shallow satisfaction,

yet when is it that

preoccupation

finds an eventual happy medium.

There’s a reason I haven’t sought out

that

I suppose it’s some moral conviction,

a desire to maintain my integrity

in the midst of a pool of wanton sensuality.

Find her at home,

is my friend’s lament,

and yet,

I already know this,

I just wonder if she ever will.


When I Speak of ‘Her’


woman

I wish,

breathe a slow steady sleek

vision suggests wherever might touch

bring pleasure,

the eyes might be a primary vehicle.

Sleep with me is the gaze

I desire

seeing her as a journey tonight,

in the dreams I will create in my want of her.

Remove her clothes

she will in the quiet of a fantasy,

fingertips begin to circle a world beyond my

imagination

I would if might chance allow

her

sweet serenity to want a response,

to want a need to be replaced

with absolute arousal.

When I do imagine her

in the light of a romantic fire

would my mind think anything else

beyond a treasure,

well past assuming anything at all

yet only a constant reminder of beauty.

Beauty that is her,

flesh alive, in black and white my mind,

needs little color to know

the flush exterior holds a fire inside.

She is beauty

woman

we must know that before we can ever

demand her freedom.

She is a gift, and I am pleasure,

the release of her own burdens

become my rite of passage.

For it is she I wish to love.

~

*photo found on Pinterest


Last Call In Silence


If we could just do that,

You know,

I mean have the opportunity to decide,

If we might simply flip a switch,

Especially the one we wanted to find.

The answer,

I wonder sometimes if everyone does the same thing,

Beyond the usual needs.

I wonder if we all seem to want a discovery,

A silent victory,

A chance to suggest we understand.

~

Do you understand?

I mean really in your well-coifed personality,

That magic you seem to employ,

Is it real and defined, or do you too every day,

Wake up wondering,

How did I get away with that again.

What is it that I have figured out

That some people cannot, will not.

Well, they just simply haven’t the ability,

To understand why,

Just yet, now, here in the moment.

Give me a little ‘now’ time,

Rather than a long case-study.

Will you,

Please me tonight, as I would like to remember

Yesterday.