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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Words, keywords,

what drives your eyes

to wander further,

how is it possible I might find the right,

frame of mind,

passage through time,

correct association,

how possible

is it to imagine

you will move quickly past

words,

and find an end.


When Last We Waltz


A shiny afternoon,

a meadow,

I keep returning there,

always to find her near,

it was of course,

a dance I swear

 

Rounding the corner,

to sidestep a stream,

we did walk in hand

forever it might seem,

and then the break,

where would we return

 

A quiet waltz

is one will remain

when out of the cover,

it seemed,

in the daylight of spring,

could she float away.


Under The Same Moon


She mentioned quiet,

he asked for more,

and then he realized they were together,

though he stepped further,

the waters crested and rather boldly,

he asked for more.

 

The distance between two points

can be miles beyond what we might hope for,

yet no matter how high the effort,

there seems always to be a dividing line,

a place where thoughts and notions and desires,

hopes,

still remain the same.

 

So, tonight she is over there,

and I’ve chosen to speak to her here.

 

I don’t know how we arrived in this place,

I just know there is a a certain

reality in our words,

and I wonder if it is me that suggests,

time is forever.


When While This Way


I wonder the fragrance of her hair,

when nestled in her shoulder, lips touch skin,

Let me breathe in your sense

before you leave me forever.

For it is that permanence

occurs every time I say good bye

to her.

Today I have been watching time

wishing only some sign,

an indication that tells me I am not crazy,

that this is real,

the ache I feel is the response to losing her.

 

I wanted summer to be alive with love,

a shower of affection like a late summer rain,

the two of us, soaked linens, laughing,

kissing each other in the constance

of a watery memory,

the times we would together,

flatter each other

with a certain elusive desire.

 

Yet it is today I stand

alone,

I wonder how much longer she can

let my need to share sensual dreams

with her,

her being by my side,

the scent of her,

lovely elegance,

stays in my mind,

forever.


Looking For My Self


Which part of our selves

do we rely upon to tell a story.

When is the mood right,

the feeling,

gives us the license to recognize just how far

the deeper end of things,

that place we’d rather never be,

is awaiting us.

 

When we get there,

is it the frozen imbalance,

the piece that allows us only to imagine,

without moving,

stationery in our self driven despair.

I remember one time looking out my picture window

the rains were evident,

and they were all hiding behind themselves,

I didn’t go outside that day.

 

I wish I could know because even despite

the time I sit alone,

I realize this is right,

where I need to be right now,

while she is

in her own peace,

quiet in the mind,

yet radiant in her smile.

 

Wherever we might be,

there seems a reason.


A Time Before Love


There is a valley,

we all have a vantage point,

it carries a visual acumen,

filled with a variable progress.

 

I often wonder of accurate planning

the desire is action together

Yet we know acrimony might ensue

certainly we obscure our agency to love.

 

Would we in time languish desire,

that eternal love allows change

when what we long remains

always beyond lament’s labor.

 

If when we understand the truth

our lives would use simple time,

our world might utilize a passion

discreet yet real, a union met.

 

Can we begin to earn our truths

without the fear of every venue

combing the grounds to even the fare,

the beauty in love’s eternal eye.

 

Value allow love unusual ease.

 

 

 


A Quiet Walk


I took a walk today,

we did,

a quiet stroll along the river,

we did,

lush leaves in a deep valley,

we spoke,

very little of anything.

 

What is it happens when two souls,

meant to share time,

do experience a fresh rainfall, wet leaves

while the journey continues

there isn’t a word shared, in fact there is

quiet reality.

I wonder if now might be anything like the same …

 

We do take walks together,

hands held,

we stroll into a sunlit summer

afternoon,

our eyes do search for one another,

all the time,

we know our lives are meant a freedom.

 

Now, the twilight speaks to mind,

wonder about her,

curious about him and the evening,

without her,

It is always that way we both agree,

until when,

there is a time when our walk will be

the same.