Slick Eyes

wake to motion

a constant campaign

of bodies linger

spent by a need

we seek this

quiet relief

begun hours ago in dreams

until this is ours

a moment

utterance is crescendo

inside, outside

wrapped within warmth

such urgency to whisper

good morning eyes.

Because I Wanted What You Held Inside

yes, it was the passion in your eyes,

the way your words drove me,

made me want to never look away,

for you to know I was there,

searching, desire, a certain lust of your being,

and I did stay with you for as long as you might let me

if it meant one day

I would find myself inside of you, journeying further as your own need,

drove me to explore every aspect of whom you might be,

woman,

exquisite in all of your natural magic,

I would listen to your whisper in my ear,

that final meant to be endeared gasp,

that, ‘yes now, I want you to be inside of me’

that this is whom we are,

and found together

our center is a one ness,

a trivial description,

yet in sweet simplicity,

I have been allowed to  know

woman

Summer Is Sweet

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if

one might imagine

a quiet wander

with little reason to explain

beyond this simple beauty

a wheat length

with season to hold

a nostalgic prayer

her father once told

so now this sunrise

her favorite flair

to no one’s eyes

just for her

such is sweet

in reckoning

truth

beauty is

sweet response

we have so

forgotten

simple is nature

her

we will

notice

only believe

in what is real

on this

sun-swept

afternoon

please give

us peace

for it is all she

would ever might

want

I Woke To A Dream

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the lovers II – Rene Magritte

For a minute,

while I felt the warmth of an animal nearby

my unconditional love

by my side, breathing soundly.

 

Was then I felt her lips on my own

no longer animal

(my one hand assured me)

only a lover would lay with me

for it were her eyes would speak

all my worries of being misunderstood

as her smile guided my hands,

I felt her naked skin,

cautious

I wanted only to hold her forever,

my fingertips

found her immediate

her gasps remained real

as she too turned my way,

to show me her world,

a soft tease of my naked tongue

across one nipple,

and her head reared back,

like we had been here before,

and yet so long,

and yet forever.

 

I did so search with immediacy

to not lose her to a fantasy,

I kept my eyes open

to find her own,

her smile

her love,

I reached inside, with one finger,

slow to find, forever to follow,

one guide would be her expression of need,

and I would be there with her

the entire journey,

while again a guttural sound would assure me

this no longer is a dream,

this is who we once were,

this love

this passion,

we would intertwine now

and our desire became the one

we did know,

we could find inside our other

inside the silence of love

 

I closed my eyes,

my grateful passion sated

if only in  a dream,

I knew when now

in the quiet of morning,

an animal sleeping nearby

undisturbed by a morning memory

sleeping sound

 

as the world became a memory of

sweet yet, bittersweet nostalgia … a soft tear


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda with love

Wanting

A quiet wonder

nightfall

slow reason

inside a helpless

imagination

the inspiration

so lost inside a dream

all fantasy

prevents reality

yet

hope in a night sky

call on

me

find you nigh

 

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

 

 

 

 

 

If Wonder

yes, those moments

in the quiet eyes

find similar paths

hope aligns

with silent passion

shared only

with a spiritual enigma

we might call surreal,

yet we know is real,

just alone,

in the capacity of sweet

shared serendipity


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Be There

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He said

She said

They wanted

A bed

Yet

For now

It was a polished

Atmosphere

The stale beer

A lonely stare

She said

I will

We will

I would

Would you,

He said,

I would …

 

Later

When the lights went out

The crowds disappeared

She said

I could

He said

I will

 

They did

A Series of Sensuality

I have a certain love for ‘woman’ in all of her graces – I have been blessed to know love and passion, and these renderings of photos with my words are a dedication to her …

All photos found on Pinterest – the words are my own

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Solace In Passion

She once did
right here
On the avenue
lights streaming by
fingertips finding center
while he drove home
her gasp
his fascination in her …
wet lines
he only regretted
not tasting her sweet nectar
before
the lights had changed.

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Just, What If!

He asked,

it was in his head,

he couldn’t help but ask,

What if?

if he said, yes, right now,

just,

could he know,

all he would wonder is right now,

What if?

he wanted to know she was wondering too,

wondering the same,

wandering in her mind,

wondering if he was,

wandering

with her now,

with the moment,

If,

she could step away,

walk away,

go out the door,

now,

he wondered,

she wandered,

he wanted her to wander,

wondered,

What if?

she could see me now.


~ finding my way, a personal journey ~