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 “man

When A Younger Man

When a younger man,

I had these notions about love,

seemed to me,

the word could manifest itself,

in a red bikini laying next to me on a beach near a man-made lake.


At fourteen, I could see her nipples through the sheer fabric,

the lower garment-like a drape,

covering some aspect of woman

I would later only cherish as my spiritual mecca.

But I’ll never forget her breasts in red velvet,

at least that was my impression,

at fourteen,

a hot summer day,

my erection buried in the sand.


See the reality is I was afraid to look,

and yet she was delighted to feel so beautiful,

to know eyes would glance,

and all I wanted to do was

just tell her,

just find the right words to suggest how wonderful

she made me feel,

buried in the sand in a safe sort of adolescent scream.


When I was a younger man,

I began to love woman,

not women, but the essence of her being,

and I would imagine the travels,

my lips, my fingertips,

my journey to bring only pleasure to her eyes,

at fourteen,

with my head buried in the sand.

Questions Delve Deep

I think there is a reality we all imagine,

when simple is sufficient,

we sort of bowl over the remainder,

the mystery of being.


If to suggest lives matter,

is it as important to recognize honesty

attached to our integrity,

or are facades the true meaning.


We must be conscious how lost

begins the circle of unwarranted deceit

when lacking in interpretation,

the eyes need offer swift hesitation.


While further the exploration

begins to parlay the genuine nature,

in a gradual manner

speaks idly of conscious respect.


Oh, for my words do matter,

so careful I am to avoid such hindrance,

creates a vacuum in the greater schematic

playground of our heedless humanity.

Adjusting My Self

Because that’s what we do,


adjust our selves,


without a flinch, grab and rearrange,

walking down a city block,

standing in a room of peers,

grasping with petulance upon that external



So why all the self-importance one might ask,

for those of you still

hanging around.

Call it the self-deprecation of the ability of man,

to justify their reason for being,

to make light upon the external nature of our intrusion,

perhaps I only want to apologize for my anticipation.


The real reason though will play itself out,

in that most delicious and sensual manner,

for it is that love of ‘woman’

the essence of elegance, beauty of her mystique,

it is the man in me that must always realize the gift

is woman

in all of her sinewy swoon,

that dazzle toward unraveling my mind at the sight of



And why man,

why can we not simply allow our lives to believe

in cherishing and honoring the natural Grace of woman.

I say this from the bottom of my heart,

because I have been allowed to know,

the true muse, the mysterious delight of woman,

and I am sated by her lovely enticement.


So, let’s make the adjustment one last time.

Be a man.



Self Loathing in Dependency

Oh it is a harsh reality I speak of today,

rather than soft colors and accentuated melody,

I would that my broken heart might say,

how much I do truly love her sweet deity.


In ancient verse a fond escape we choose,

to lose our own reality of course as concept.

We might rather think to openly amuse

than  face the truth we can no longer accept.


In knowing love, I did forever touch eternity

in her grace, sweet smile, a tear in eye I mellow

to the innocence of truth she display in civility,

while I the man, demand and certain do bellow.


I found myself today standing at the edge of time,

knowing that I took for granted her love, sublime.

When Love is Real – A Sonnet


Is it always this way when crying, say,

I mean I love, I did, I, can I stay.

The last time we touched, we kissed each other

That same yearn, became again our fever.


The rain gathered pools, you said it was right

To have sweet symbolic skies before night.

My hand does cradle your cheek, dry your tear

In quiet passion never is there fear,


My lips meant forever to touch your heart

Lose my way in your hair, is where we start.

Her urgency caress my mind sweet eyes

Search with me inside your dream, now my cries,


Oh to know the key to your love I please

My soul search, sensual delicious breeze


* picture found on Pinterest

What If …


In an instant the world flipped upon its axis

a sudden breeze, a familiar sigh, in universal

order, our love welcome instantaneous access.

What if the world tossed aside a norm eternal.


Perhaps then reservation might become old

while fresh spontaneity its ideal does unfold

the mystery of love as we do imagine is bold

when undertones, confusion, so we are told.


Walk with me along the edge of life oh please

so hearts might flourish in night sky a wild

abandon, a spiritual reckoning of reach, a tease

that soon become the reality so oft beguiled.


Do as they say now, rather than ego be rolled

apart from the soul a laughter assuredly cold.

While the horizon changes complexion to gold,

oh to know the beauty in grace so I am told.


The sunrise will astound such the naked eye

for now we might carry out what we at last,

might desire and passion overcome time awry

to settle heart-felt wisdom surreal, so fast.


Oh what might that wonder allow sweet surrender

In a moment of bliss, the what if where I do wander.


* photo found on The Telegraph

A Brief High

Though in minutes the words become forever,

they do hold strength in his mind,

he that wishes for a connection, a lover

reaches out to hold his heart only to remind.


We do live in a time capsule of desire and passion,

memory is a physical motion, emotive and real

while worlds apart there does hold a constant motion

it is that love is present always and surreal.


I would that I might hold you in my arms

to find the grace of love your heart does provide

my own state of mind when desire so warms

fantasy, enough to recall your sweet eyes by my side.


I wonder about you tonight, in the quiet place you lay,

i wish only a peaceful energy in your world always stay.