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!

Posts tagged “poem

The Rains


Seemed right

to wake

a sudden jolt

and a flash, soft patterns

play a tapestry on my mind.

 

When wishing Nature’s beauty

suddenly transformed

that day we were hidden in love,

the skies protected our surround

while we

in arms

kept safeguard upon our soul.

 

I am listening,

hearing, a sadly alert

sense of time and place,

laying awake

wondering where she might know …

My heartache begins a slow

and deliberate

flood,

Iveant to feel

the rains

leave traces of beauty

reminders in song

stream along my cheeks.


The Pleasure of Touch


That’s what I miss,

when I imagine

skin touching skin,

the energy received inside

the moment

in a surround of her passion,

my fingertips,

her hands,

our skin, our lips, are bodies,

intertwine themselves

in a hurried expression

a sensuality

we both feel now in the imagination

we choose to live by

without the privilege of knowing

a longer sojourn

inside each other’s dreams.

 

It is that touch

reminds me of beauty,

her gasps

my leaps to find her center,

to slowly bring arousal beyond the point where she …

we understand

together,

the element of touch,

is our greatest yearn,

when for now,

we rely upon our intellect

to help us through this

silence.

 

Do as we may,

there is truth in how

our human condition,

may yearn eternally,

once having touched

each other’s soul.


When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


A Wake of Silence


While music playing

set a tone

I listen

the outside places

away from me

the nearby

I wonder about sounds

I worry about certain movements?

I question my own decisions

I need to live with that silence.

 

It is in the early mist of mourning

Still hopeful I wait for a chuckle

though it’s a bit far away

I wonder about their morning

I would begin

how has it begun

is she in the same place

has she moved

further away

I worry about my reach

falling short

with every

new day.

 

I love her I know

there’s no question

in my mind the time

enduring.

In waking the normalcy

of loss

the optimism

I’m encouraged only by memory

wishing my reality

to offer some peace

to let her know

she has touched

my soul.

 

For there is now an immediate love

always means to overshadow the pain.


Lost Days


So many days,

countless hours,

I would wait for her,

wishing, sort of hoping,

wondering if she knew

how much I would

want for the need of

wondering how she

felt that day, today,

every day in her world,

I wanted to know,

to imagine,

to see her elegance,

in its grace,

capture the eyes,

the hearts, minds,

the children’s laughter,

every hour

I wanted her to know

she does touch lives,

in a manner,

much like she did touch

my own,

my heart,

my tears,

my yearning for another

moment in her arms,

a touch,

a soft and predictable kiss,

toward a new journey.

Every day

I wanted her to know.

 

Tonight, I’m only asking,

as much as I know

the answer,

I’m wanting to know.


The Essence of Woman


In life lives a fantasy,

a gentle reminder of a soft journey,

one rampant with a passion,

driven by the essence,

the true nature of knowing,

her every curvaceous tone,

whether it be intellect

or the naked reality …

 

In imagining woman,

might the man remember

true beauty,

an eternal mystique

shall be her endearment,

the freedom she carries to be

just lovely in every aspect

of her being.

 

Woe that we do forget

in the throes of a neediness,

a loss of contentment

with recognizing peace,

instead tossing aside the value,

that originating seduction,

for a callous recall,

one that may cause confusion,

detract from any innocence,

to inherit an ugliness toward

proper beauty.

 

It is in that pause,

the reflection of man,

we can realize

there is truth inside the goddess

of our humanity,

that spiritual reckoning

suggests a karmic wave

of true innocence,

the essence of woman

be shared only in the eyes

of sacred love.


Love on a Timetable


I used to believe happiness

is forever,

lasting well beyond the moment.

I know today life is a mystery

we are bound to,

solutions are found in love.

I wonder sometimes if eternal

can really mean always,

or are we all simple pawns.

I felt an emotional loss today

while the evening sun

continued its descent on my day.

I believe I am a shell of my life

in the evening silence,

yet fully aware this is all my doing.

I am aware that my life is blessed,

to know love,

is to surely understand sweet elegance.