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

When I Think About Her


I can only imagine those moments,

While life around me continues to breathe.

 

I wonder about state of mind, happiness,

While everywhere I look seems so calm.

 

Inside my imagination is wishing for touch,

A tangible reminder of her quiet love

 

I glance out a window at a morning breeze,

The trees settle in motion, a thoughtful tease.

 

I wonder about her, and where might her eyes,

Find the same motion, her nature, similar leaves

 

When is the departure of love like the storm ahead,

Our eyes cannot see the future, we only dream

 

Of what once was, we want badly a return

In softer terms, we won’t let go ever a yearn.

 

When I think about her, I do want only sweet

Memory to last beyond the hurt so incomplete.


In the Privacy of Love


I did once share love,

we found a way to touch a world,

we might never have known,

without trusting each moment,

 

It was when she did let me love her,

and I could, I did, I walked a path

across her quiet elegance,

where gasps and soft breath,

led my fingertips along naked skin,

alive to touch, yearning to be kissed, held,

wanted without any reservation.

 

I do remember the notion of time,

we wondered, we speculated,

a joke of 45 minutes, seemed a measure of

desire and commitment and a passionate travel,

and we did,

we laughed in the hours that followed,

knowing we had explored each other

to such a degree as the physicality

of our reason

had not ever experienced before.

 

We found there in those hours a longing,

we were in each other eyes,

found love, felt forever, an eternal essence,

we found there was truly a spiritual reckoning,

reaching, searching, finding center,

we did,

in the privacy of our love,

we did

find love.


The Surety of My Hypocrisy


Yes I do glance

I look, I imagine,

I create in my mind a world,

set apart from anyone nearby,

because it is mine,

and only then,

can my freedom be defined.

 

She is of a certain memory,

a night sky filled with sweet energy,

the stars are reminders,

seek the constellations,

I have been in this place

once before,

I know I have because she

does cradle my anxiety in a

spectacular wave of

cool mountain breeze.

 

We all have

one time or another,

imagined that lovely vision,

the trigger of our soul,

to suddenly ask a heartache,

to recall just that one time,

that moment,

when all eyes were elsewhere,

except ours for only a thought

might allow our hearts

an open reckoning

of the beauty inside,

that place so often forgotten,

when desire creates

a need for elegance

to step aside.


When Last We Waltz


A shiny afternoon,

a meadow,

I keep returning there,

always to find her near,

it was of course,

a dance I swear

 

Rounding the corner,

to sidestep a stream,

we did walk in hand

forever it might seem,

and then the break,

where would we return

 

A quiet waltz

is one will remain

when out of the cover,

it seemed,

in the daylight of spring,

could she float away.


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.