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 “self arousal

In That Moment

Your hands,

firm and guiding, across my shoulders,

the tease of light fingertips trace my sunlight,

eyes closed, I can feel you nearby finally,

when suddenly again, my own hands …

In those times I can lose myself

inside the beauty of your touch, your simple sensuality,

when in a moment, I am immediate,


not to delight in knowing you can bring me home.


when nearby, I will recall that quiet afternoon,

when together we did find our center,

after hours and tribulations,

after wondering if we could, if we need,

or do we want,

we did then,

and knew even more than every time before,

how much we really did want.

I close my eyes, and I can feel your touch,

my eyes are open knowing you are the moment,

when my hands recreate your magic.

Love of Purple Melody

Her head dropped upon a pillow,

the exploration long in motion,

a soft relegated tease with phone nearby,

his not knowing,

her moving,

his actually imagining,

perhaps he really did know,

all of these questions roll through her mind,

as she draws circles along her naked skin,


waits for the energy to pulse and reaches again,

feeling the intoxication of her touch,

ah, he does know,

how could he not realize that for hours,

I would let my fingertips find points of submission,

yes, those beginning actions, that would bring a later need,

and now the phone call has passed, and alone I want to be there,

perhaps another day I will share with him,

yet, this moment, losing focus on words,

moving toward gasps,

the purple thread of silks wrapping around my body,

letting a gathering settle between needy legs,

my hips turn, hands cupping,

a steady rhythm, a motion of delight,

this longing need to reach my climax,

I will land there if he knows, I can, will want, can he,

oh another day he might,

but this moment, I haven’t a care,

beyond reaching … there

that place I know so well,

that he begs to know and I sometimes allow …

allow him to think he knows.

Tonight I do know,

hips writhing now,

lips are wet and easy,

breasts surreal to my touch, as I feel the response,

so close, so right there,

I do want to roll with you in my linens,

now, yes, my arousal is real now …

reaching again, yes, again with you nearby,

please want me

while my shuddering begins to settle.

Eyes open to a ceiling delicious,


I wonder if he might reach, as well.