I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Posts tagged “muse

When Truth Forbids Chance

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.

Muse Appeal

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,

and yet,

she has to wonder if that is enough,

or will he walk toward her enchantment again,

always seeking,


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,

breathe …

In Knowing Why

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

in knowing

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

knowing her.

Greeting My Muse


My day begins,

eyes upon, sub-conscious recall,

the immediate wonder of rains,

a sort of cascade in spectacular blues,

laying alone,

I do imagine pleasantries that begin,

let me waltz inside my own fantasy of her.

Silent smile,

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,

a reminder,

I am here again,

in a passive state of want,

sometime confused with the actual need

to understand,

to appreciate the simple mystique,

she is,

my magnificent muse.

* photo on pinterest

Many Moments

I try to draw near to the moment helps recall my musings,

I suppose,

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

yearning arms,

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

Ode to Wanton Desire

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 …