When my eyes hide behind soft shoulders
gripping you forever in a moment lost,
I wonder if when I wander beyond
your touch, my imagination, my mind
elsewhere, yet yearning your every taste,
I feel you upon me, grasping my inner soul.
Yet I’m away, I’m off, I’m with …
another chapter of our lives, perhaps
yet defined, probably most unkind
to the love — you caress my desire
in a manner I cannot deny.
Wonder with me so we can both
enjoy the ride, the ride, ride me.
*photo found on Tumblr
I, when alone study
notions of her fantasy
we seldom waiver
perhaps a profile
coffee in a pencil skirt
sit nearby my eyes
when while wondering
we would wander wanton wild
whisper wise welcome
stand nearby for now
I will wait to have you know
we could dance tonight
will you lean with me
allow eyes skin naked grace
could we please go on
tease my eyes desire
my obsession is your persona
please let me please, you
breathe a slow steady sleek
vision suggests wherever might touch
the eyes might be a primary vehicle.
Sleep with me is the gaze
seeing her as a journey tonight,
in the dreams I will create in my want of her.
Remove her clothes
she will in the quiet of a fantasy,
fingertips begin to circle a world beyond my
I would if might chance allow
sweet serenity to want a response,
to want a need to be replaced
with absolute arousal.
When I do imagine her
in the light of a romantic fire
would my mind think anything else
beyond a treasure,
well past assuming anything at all
yet only a constant reminder of beauty.
Beauty that is her,
flesh alive, in black and white my mind,
needs little color to know
the flush exterior holds a fire inside.
She is beauty
we must know that before we can ever
demand her freedom.
She is a gift, and I am pleasure,
the release of her own burdens
become my rite of passage.
For it is she I wish to love.
*photo found on Pinterest
A moment of for Man
We are grateful
to have the vision of your eyes
wells of soulful delight in a sea
we welcome losing our selves.
When while in the wisp of a soft breeze,
strands, lilting bangs tease your cheeks,
on naked shoulders rest with a sensual light,
we imagine twirling your gasp.
Woo us with a posture
accentuates sweet lines we imagine
twirling a fingertip creates a new line,
a new sensual twist toward tease.
Would we that when standing near
notice delicious locked knees to suggest,
‘this is me celebrating humanity’
all of us together do design our fantasy.
We might allow our hands to feel
the surreal arousal of your own response
to a slow caress, a magic in a certain taut
beauty in skin, in grasp, lets me slide
Inside your world is so alive that we can only
give thanks, sweet respect, in elegance,
in a surreal sensuality, as a man, delight
My internal need feeds
upon her nakedness
shoulders respond to breeze
wet with willful pause taste desire,
gasps bring naked bodies together,
a dance moves in constant form
thigh grinds her center while he does feel
her ankles pulling his chest close,
nipple in mouth, now fingers finding her lower back,
the heat below is a tease,
she chuckles knowing he could slide in,
‘damn him’ grasps his length with gentle bite.
The small of her back arched to a tongue in motion,
her buttocks offer life to his chest as he reaches her neck,
winds around a waiting naked sound,
she drives him toward her,
he lifts her wet beauty,
only to test her now – three fingers that slide freely,
please let me play with you for a bit longer,
her tongue speaks in circular tones,
her hands now immediate,
stroking while she wets his desire,
he turns her, his hands cupping her breasts,
pulls her to his chest,
head thrown back so she can have his lips,
teeth biting … shoulders, her mouth searching for his,
a lift and we’re inside
ready to ride …
In your eyes I am alone,
yet within, I am dancing,
a slow, methodical, serene
where the skin in slide
responds a tease
just for me you see.
Certainly might eyes imagine,
please don’t agree
with a sentiment that many
might wish to infer,
let that desire, passion,
be the inspiration
for only the beholder’s eye,
yet allow me the freedom
to explore my own
erotic level of personal pleasure.
Inside of me,
I have dressed the part,
a luxurious rhythm
with each leg cross,
every moment I stretch
an arm to reach a cup,
to sip a java
sends shivers deep
within the fabric of my soul.
Let me have this
you might see,
a smile worthy of decency,
yet unbridled spontaneity
the very exploration,
deep sensual release,
only for me.
a Ben Wa smile
sends me miles,
there are secrets