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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Only Erotic


When I do touch her,

there is this immediate

sensory need to know pleasure,

not my own,

hers, the sense of where I might be,

will soon discover a gasp,

a garment with my teeth,

a gently bite of her shoulder,

swept away to a naked caress,

and my tongue and lips explore

her every being,

and yet, we are just beginning,

I move with hands on shoulders,

her open neck waiting,

enough to know when touch,

her head flails,

wanting my every motion to capture,

the essence of her woman.

 

… and then I will let my hands cup

the simple nature of her being,

lips finding, fingertips tracing,

tongue a twirl,

now it is her gasps will let my hands

fall to discover a center,

that part of her beauty I imagine,

only when apart how much I would carefully,

with precision,

find her,

move her,

taste her excitement.

 

For it is then we know there is integrity,

in the nature of woman, in woman,

in her wanting to feel,

wanting to reveal that which will

allow me to reach inside her whole.


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.


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.


Thinking About This


I often wonder about notions,

an idea, plays out in my head,

I formulate my own opinion,

a funny sort of discrete decision.

 

Not yet, my mind tells me,

not ready to share with anyone else,

and there begins the battle,

because I do,

I so want to,

there’s a part of me that wants to free the world,

my world I suppose,

actually, our world,

because I think, wait a second, I mean,

we all seem to … have a want;

so that everyone around me will know

what’s in my head,

what I’m imagining,

 

Thinking about this.


Summer Elegance


For there is little else to suggest,

what is the fair nature of her season,

when an urgency to respond, let energy overcome

is all that seems necessary in a day.

 

Glance toward the beauty of woman,

she is that provocateur, a natural sense

of human nature on display,

yet, her inner peace ought be a certainty.

 

Indeed, the summer air does so trigger

an elegance in nature, in primal response,

yet so is the wonder of our soul

drawn to fulfill each moment we despair.

 

While walking alone today, a sunlit stage,

I do imagine her, in simple luxury,

the key to sweet solace her unspoken

elegance be my charge to rest my heart upon.


Adjusting My Self


Because that’s what we do,

men,

adjust our selves,

physically,

without a flinch, grab and rearrange,

walking down a city block,

standing in a room of peers,

grasping with petulance upon that external

metaphor.

 

So why all the self-importance one might ask,

for those of you still

hanging around.

Call it the self-deprecation of the ability of man,

to justify their reason for being,

to make light upon the external nature of our intrusion,

perhaps I only want to apologize for my anticipation.

 

The real reason though will play itself out,

in that most delicious and sensual manner,

for it is that love of ‘woman’

the essence of elegance, beauty of her mystique,

it is the man in me that must always realize the gift

is woman

in all of her sinewy swoon,

that dazzle toward unraveling my mind at the sight of

*gasp*

 

And why man,

why can we not simply allow our lives to believe

in cherishing and honoring the natural Grace of woman.

I say this from the bottom of my heart,

because I have been allowed to know,

the true muse, the mysterious delight of woman,

and I am sated by her lovely enticement.

 

So, let’s make the adjustment one last time.

Be a man.

 

 


Silence


I wonder if the essence of silence be meant to steer

The mind to find replacement with a lonely tear

 

For while the imagination compel anxiety and fear,

One might slow recognize such is passion austere.

 

While she is the center attraction to my contentment

I wander through measures of memory silent lament.

 

She is the soul, hers is the ailment I wish to compliment

With swift memory, a certain sweet solace implement.

 

I did once know her to hold me with impressive demand

The sort a man might forever search in vain a land

 

Whereby woman becomes the love of outstretched hand.

Yet while the days pass slow, I remain in a fashion

 

That man that once imagined this only a provision

Toward her elegance, a certainty in eternal passion.