Oh I have tried,
I do love you with all my being,
and would sacrifice a world,
one filled with reputation and avarice,
for the soul that might challenge
a societal norm.
How often would I tell her
she completes the essence of my reason
to examine any notion in my mind.
How easily could I look in her eyes
and tell exactly what it was that mattered
to me in the moment.
It is always you,
all ways lead to your heart,
and it is me that breaks the path,
by locking onto selfish needs,
rather than the appreciation of just how
magical my life has become with you by my side.
Oh to vent a passion like ours,
would write volumes of beauty and grace,
carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts
that symbolize summers and hot spring days,
and impulsive scenarios where two people,
just allowed life to take them in its arms,
and kneel before the starlit sky,
a kiss, a smile, a gasp,
and it was then,
I knew I could know no other love.
Its actually the way she does,
when he falters,
she manages to find the right words,
he is the constant skeptic,
always believing that this might be the case,
and then the sun rises again,
she is radiant in her peace,
he humbled by the virtue she displays,
she has to wonder if that is enough,
or will he walk toward her enchantment again,
with little regard for anything else around him,
only a certain energy,
he does desire her words, eyes, voice,
if everything might be so simple,
then his constant musings,
could be quelled
long enough for his muse to be able to freely,
A slow burn,
the gradual release
when the mind,
chooses to listen
rather then react to the news.
I know I love,
hearts strings touch reality
exist in my every breath,
each moment I glance,
the look is for her eyes.
Yes there is a certain peace
when no longer the confusion
implies a fabrication,
or suggests impulsivity.
Today the warmth of truth,
skin against skin,
I do, did, will touch the world
when in my arms
she allows me to carry her heart.
My soul, your mystique,
my life, your love,
the beauty of passing time,
our energy real,
Sweet muse, sweet love,
in my soul I sing aloud,
I breathe freely,
my heart feels whole
My day begins,
eyes upon, sub-conscious recall,
the immediate wonder of rains,
a sort of cascade in spectacular blues,
I do imagine pleasantries that begin,
let me waltz inside my own fantasy of her.
the imagery gradually clear,
the beauty she brings to this privacy.
Ah, the fire is still burning,
I realize in a glance across the room,
I could use that as inspiration,
she is the constant of a passionate embrace,
when suddenly I hear a sound,
unfamiliar to my visual travel,
I am here again,
in a passive state of want,
sometime confused with the actual need
to appreciate the simple mystique,
my magnificent muse.
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I try to draw near to the moment helps recall my musings,
one can only wish they might be better defined,
yet, with so many variables, distractions, delights,
we encounter throughout our waking hours,
it is no surprise,
-notice we are on a positive stream of consciousness-
that its sometimes hard to know,
who it is that drives our words …
Is it perhaps the woman who keeps a chronology of her escapades,
or perhaps that gentleman speaks in only
dominance with esquire flair,
-we all know there is bullshit about us-
I wonder then if simply the refreshing walk of normalcy,
that passes by my window, a leash in hand,
-for their dog you idiot-
is temptation enough to be enticed by her,
gentle lead of a quiet urban life.
Today again, I will go in search of that something,
someone, who is, beyond my reach,
certain to know she might be of an elegance
that moves many beyond my own head,
my own eyes delving deep inside her mystique,
to want her abandon to fall into the sweet hold of my
to feel the wisp of breeze as lips find naked romance,
to light the morning’s fire again …
morning java, sweet a musing’s tone
Oh to look upon you sweet in the nigh of light,
a button holds your drapery,
a creamy skin waits my lips.
Oh to take a chain in teeth,
while my gasps tickle you
my lips caress certain arousal.
Oh to slide hands inside
newly released folds of passion,
to hear, to feel, to know.
Oh to cup your sensitive beauty,
feel nipples rise in palms
while tongue dance
Oh to feel you push behind
against my hardened rod
wishing only for your hands.
Oh to feel the velvet of your skin
while I slide smooth,
buttocks push my vibe.
Oh to taste the arousal,
piqued nipples and wet
lips allow my fingers more.
Oh to finally hold in my hand
a maddening desire to bury
inside your grasp.
Oh to begin now …