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!

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Decisive Reckoning


We choose our mood,

depends upon the time of day,

time of year,

time we stayed away from

wherever it might be that could

cause a sordid

amount of uneasy fear,

you know the affair.

 

We always want the other to be okay,

perhaps it is a personality,

the one we rather delight to be

around,

with,

present,

inside a state of mind that allows,

laughter

to carry the weight of our day.

 

It comes in tears,

when the winds take hold of our sanity,

we watch the clouds convey their own

sort of spirituality,

that combined element of nature

alongside the human condition,

and when the storms arrive,

the tears,

well, someone might suggest

a cleansing.

 

It is in love

we find this mystique,

the muse of our idyllic fountain,

an eternal fire,

a desire to always know the beauty,

to run across the elegance,

in our every turn,

to know

love.

 

So to be forlorn then,

is it an unhappy sort of feeling lost,

or might it perhaps be

might it be,

the start,

which when we find our reflective

personality examines our reality,

we become okay,

with a little time,

just don’t ever forget what love really is,

please.

 

I won’t, I promise.


Heartfelt Plea


Oh to know the difference between a might be and a will,

the solid foundation of love in question,

Oh to realize the fallible nature of society driven by rule,

to know the outcome before we are made the fool.

Oh please believe my heart when an ache is known

for there is nowhere else I wish to be found,

then in her arms, with her sweet taste, her lips that share the night,

that in a moment I might lose myself and find comfort in thee.

Oh to know the beauty of Grace may be round,

in that her elegance of lost hope that now is found.


Hope Remains


Look outside the sunlight shadows the morning mood,

there’s a partial overcast sky,

suggests an incomplete meaning,

there would seem to be a distant pain

exists in her heart.

 

He would try to simply hold on to measure,

the beating pulse of angst she wish

would a challenge meet his own heart,

a yearning,

a desire beyond the normalcy

of knowing love could be trusted

always

without necessary definition.

 

We do imagine what our heart believes,

that if in a sudden turn,

her eyes might be in his again,

he would take her tears and meet them with his own,

if only,

in this moment the door would be open,

if the sudden luxury of peace,

could then step inside the vacancy

left bruised in

 

my soul.


A Birthday Wish


If when in the distant horizon, a place familiar,

would while sandstorms erase the past,

she stands in the sunlit mecca, a spiritual muse.

 

His grateful demeanor, vivid eyes could see

a certain elegance that one time is lost,

today is in his heart real beyond his dreams.

 

Could I please offer you my kindest wishes

he did plead to the silent night sky,

I do wish to hold you in my arms and cry.

 

Because in love we move beyond the norm,

there is a delightful caress in my mind,

tells me she is nearby, waiting in her quiet.

 

I do love you he would say, as she might begin

a slow methodical step toward truth eternal.


When I Speak of ‘Her’


woman

I wish,

breathe a slow steady sleek

vision suggests wherever might touch

bring pleasure,

the eyes might be a primary vehicle.

Sleep with me is the gaze

I desire

seeing her as a journey tonight,

in the dreams I will create in my want of her.

Remove her clothes

she will in the quiet of a fantasy,

fingertips begin to circle a world beyond my

imagination

I would if might chance allow

her

sweet serenity to want a response,

to want a need to be replaced

with absolute arousal.

When I do imagine her

in the light of a romantic fire

would my mind think anything else

beyond a treasure,

well past assuming anything at all

yet only a constant reminder of beauty.

Beauty that is her,

flesh alive, in black and white my mind,

needs little color to know

the flush exterior holds a fire inside.

She is beauty

woman

we must know that before we can ever

demand her freedom.

She is a gift, and I am pleasure,

the release of her own burdens

become my rite of passage.

For it is she I wish to love.

~

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