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.
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.
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
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.
The few times,
each waking suspension
when time suggests
ours is this
Eyes smile the know,
to starting again,
the heat, a fire, an ignite me
soft to explore
to start to test to taste
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
sun peeking through to recall
yet for now,
we do begin
Smile, eyes, hands –
show me where!
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
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.
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.