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 “memory

Summer Elegance


For there is little else to suggest,

what is the fair nature of her season,

when an urgency to respond, let energy overcome

is all that seems necessary in a day.

 

Glance toward the beauty of woman,

she is that provocateur, a natural sense

of human nature on display,

yet, her inner peace ought be a certainty.

 

Indeed, the summer air does so trigger

an elegance in nature, in primal response,

yet so is the wonder of our soul

drawn to fulfill each moment we despair.

 

While walking alone today, a sunlit stage,

I do imagine her, in simple luxury,

the key to sweet solace her unspoken

elegance be my charge to rest my heart upon.


Stunning Appraisal


When given license to explore

regions a man may only imagine,

when allowance a fingertip

might cause an unraveling passion,

there is little need for explanation,

only the source is a lovely fluid

motion, gives the senses reason

to entice that aspect of humanity,

will explosions enhance our climax.

 

There is a vague reality in the distinction

between love and sex. Where one

decides a motive is a self-driven

journey, another  wishes only pleasure

to manifest itself in the eyes of a lover.

It is that deep delight when cast upon

our actions, when a touch, a twirl,

a slow methodical insertion can wake

that nirvana is delightful in presence.

 

Would that we might repeat ourselves

again, yes, once more, please, again, a

twilight response to evening’s reason.

Would that her desire begin to move,

as he himself feels this energy untapped.

Again, again, again, rest, taste, touch, breathe

a gasp will be suggestive in her eyes, his

draw to bring alive a new utterance,

a kiss, lips, alive we wish, please … again.


If For Only That Moment


When a fleeting notion does intercept my mind,

I am suddenly drawn, a recall, a dance,

lips would intertwine,

a searching passionate draw sublime.

 

For it is then my world will unravel,

only to be found in the shelter of her

undying love,

that quiet remembrance – happy still.

 

Once a sweet search, it belongs

a memory in our hearts,

afire with delicious sensuality,

our lips, together, we design a scene.

 

I watch the world exist around me,

helps my focus, softens my pulse,

yet in a flash of a quiet visual,

she has my heart in sweet touch, caress.

 

If only for that moment, we could sustain

the world around our soul,

to know that we are always one in this silence,

to believe our certain love remain.

 

I will forever walk inside this my dream,

of an eternal fire gives solace to all we seem.


Morning Recall


The few times,

each waking suspension

when time suggests

ours is this

moment

 

Eyes smile the know,

the precursor

to starting again,

the heat, a fire, an ignite me

glance.

 

Lips touch

soft to explore

to start to test to taste

to love,

know the shudder

is expression well beyond passion

more simply peace,

a grateful delight in sharing

connection, embrace, desire, need,

 

It is a need that suddenly overwhelms

the moment,

sun peeking through to recall

reality,

yet for now,

we do begin

slow …

 

Smile, eyes, hands –

lips,

show me where!


Sweet Imagery


I do recall
waking to you,
sweet eyes, wanting
my hands to begin again,
sending white linens aside,
to feel skin alive,
running from shoulder along
shuddering nape of neck,
where now my lips follow their lead,
to find you first, a gasp,
to find you again, an utterance,
and then return and recall and find again,
and slippery now your passion pulls my hair
toward your center.
I’m teasing though because I want you to yearn,
I was on the dark side of your dream,
only wanting to awaken delicious fantasy,
and while you do I feel myself rise
against the linens below me,
I’m far away from your reach,
because right now
while I make my way inside your thighs…
I want your hands to reach, to find, to grasp,
linens, headboard, and yes, breasts,
as my hungry mind,
tastes your beauty


Sonnet II (Love Remembers)


There in a gasp of good bye I would cry

To know love’s mystique speaks beyond todays.

I looked in her eyes one last time in sigh

Recalling waves of our passionate days.

 

The drives home solemn for weeks afterward

What is her state of mind, afternoon gray.

Always would I yearn lovely, her soft word.

Where does peace begin – settle loss of way.

 

As life continues, charms will nostalgic

Return her to my mind, see where life lands

Taking our worlds beyond what mystique

Remained in memory, a hope demands.

 

Hers with child and love regains sweet release

His smile knows beautiful soul in her peace.


Sonnet III (Love Knows)


With each breath, a morning stir, reminder

There lies ahead memory asunder.

Oh to feel arms embrace, to search, this touch

When eyes closed, the visual ne’er too much.

 

Shy toss her brow, a romantic tell, recall

Smile sweet with pensive, yet resonate wall.

Always deep inside the fuse awaits fire

A moment’s glance is all the need inspire.

 

These are forevers my mind will now choose,

Taste your skin magic a mystique lips peruse

While hours will blend toward immediacy

Heart in tear mix passionate legacy.

 

While wish to have repeat, hold you near me,

In shelter will speak freedom – love I see.