I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Posts tagged “safe

In Here I Will Speak

For it is these pages,

I know just a few,

the random numbers

began my journey

were truly all of you.


I wonder sometimes

where the safest place might be

to shadow my fears,

to reveal my



It is in these words,

I sometime fall upon,

on occasion a pure



Yet there are the


those days where my pain,

is only relentless in its fury.


I’ve lived a life

of which no pride

might satisfy the enduring

legacy of my time.


I’d rather know now


when will the shoe drop,

might tonight the sky collapse.


Oh to hear the beckon of

a certain salvation,

when the exhaustion will subside,

when peace might frankly meet


It is in here,

I’ll speak my words,

a safe place of course,

where only she will see.


For it is her world

does hearken me to wonder,

what would life be like,

if only we were she.

While You Were Sleeping

I took pause,

leaned into your figure,

wrapped my fingers around loose strands of your hair,

let them fall on my chest,

your legs intertwined with my own,

covered in a single sheet,


draping our lives,

I took my hand and felt for the small of your back,

just above your buttocks,

I ran my fingertip up your spine,

until finding a place to lay my palm,

pressing my hand gently, and then with both hands

I now spread my fingertips,

so I could envelop your shoulders,

soft, naked, resting flesh,

safe in my hands,

I watched you,

sleep in peace,

I took pause.


I return here often

when I cannot have you

laying next to me,

only a memory,

the sweet breath of your gasp,

the easy rolling melody of your settling

into my own world,

it was you and me,

it was you,

and this was a me,

I had not known existed anymore,

yet now,

while I watched your body move in the linen,

when my fingertips aroused your recall,

it was there I knew,

this was a certain elegance,

that we had known,

we knew,

we found,

we began and we did rest,

and I would pause,

while a tear

would suddenly appear in the corner of my eye,

I was awake

to watch your beauty

your sleep,

a peace …


I could touch,