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!

Posts tagged “sensuality

Just To Touch


if you knew,

well perhaps you do,

the hours that I dream,

imagine,

visualize a quiet space,

I’ve removed your linens,

naked skin,

my fingertips ache as I create

a moment.

 

To start with her shoulders,

finding pressure points,

whereby my touch,

might cause her gasp,

an intimacy surely

can occur

soft trace supple skin,

the lovely nature of her back,

a sensuality of sweet innocence.

 

Just to have this moment,

to offer you peace,

in silent desire,

lips replace hands,

only for whispers across your back,

to give you a sense of release,

let go of any pains, stress, preoccupations,

for they might all drift away,

if hands, my hands,

given time –

find your way.

 

 


Sunlight Serenade


Those are the days,

afternoons, the twilight beckoning a red sky,

it is the morning after,

while the children play, the people in their privacy

imagine a softer tone, a melody, a crystal montage,

cascades the mind with brilliance, enticing energy.

 

Walked outside today in an array of surreal,

the heat a fire on my skin,

the people nearby with an extra step,

all gloominess aside,

there is a rendezvous with beauty,

awaiting anyone across any avenue.

 

I would stand the heat,

play with the magical sense of this mystique,

turns heads, allows fantasy, creates

moments.

I would stand upon the highest ridge,

to only proclaim the beauty of this

possibility.

I would give her my heart, my soul

already being cradled inside the mystery of time.

Oh to know the response her sweet manner

will give the world around,

when in quiet repose,

she does dance elegant

letting the rays of heat’s sensuality

light her center on fire.

 

 


45 minutes later


embrace

Is when I know you are still with me,

holding on,

basking in a wander we, two,

too, often find ourselves in wonder,

a land, a desire, a quiet privacy.

 

While a reflection stirs my mind,

I will circle again, a fingertip, the nature

of a passion, a sweet interaction,

the beginnings perhaps,

that would if we time given,

might seek continuum.

 

I could, would too,

want to stay here forever,

in your grasp, longing,

the minutes that do bring me,

closer to holding your heart

freely

my desire, to reach

… a stirring gasp.

 

There is where I wish to be,

to find your eyes,

to search knowing I will,

seek you further,

to touch a naked utterance,

the moment,

the freedom to begin to

offer a center’s shelter.

 

It is in that time,

the afterward, wanting to recreate your caress,

for the entirety,

the circle of a sensuality

begun, recalled, sated,

with an eye upon some

destination,

a journey beyond our

here today, to know an eternal

constant emotion.

 

* photo found on  Pinterest

 

 


Reflection in Harmony


That moment, those eyes,

the times, hours, recall

every breath, each gasp,

the quiet interlude that breathes

well beyond the sated pleasure

of her, matching my own arousal,

when our bodies could caress

each other’s desire,

like maps that tell a tale,

one adventure after another,

a summer day, a winter frost,

every aspect of my mind,

returns to the touch, the skin,

the alive nature of her hands,

my lips, her hair, my desire,

her elegance, my male need,

each recall a lovely mystique,

oh I will recall each time your

eyes did light on fire

while we could find, we met

our love, our desire, our wish,

our privacy while satisfied,

ah, your center is my reach.


Affirming Desire


nude

In that moment,
a kiss,
the wetness lips found,
a gasp, a shudder, hands in caress,
will in sudden pull,
find each other.

It is when I can travel,
my lips leaving your own,
to find a naked shoulder, the skin I imagine (hope)
comes alive with my needed touch.
Yes, it is my need to find your own release,
my desire,
to, as I roam your naked body, I can cause utterance
whereby if I glance, your eyes,
they do dance with a certain delightful abandon.

Yet I have just begun,
there is so much of you to touch,
to feel, to hold, to know…
I would if time permit allow my trace, sweet breath, wet kisses,
a gathering of every centered zone your sweet lips,
beg my travel, my hands underneath would pull you to me,
and I would never end, always finding a new taste,
a sex,
a sensual accentuate sexual design,

sketched upon your beauty.

* photo found on Etsy


Silent Imaginings


I would if only I might,

play out the fantasy this night,

of when we were one in motion,

in caught up dreams, vivid emotion.

Soft shoulders and knowing gasps,

when lips cover ground, silken tease,

to reach the depths of arousal,

would my desire depend on your fire.

Oh to know the moment when

we might again cross paths,

the sort that mingle inside a dreamscape

where the world around disappears.

Inside that privacy exists your reach,

oh that place where my eyes do seek.

In the quiet of night, I do imagine beauty,

in tears, in soft moan, in eternally yours.


In Soft Recall


I do remember the touch,

my senses aroused when just sweet skin,

becomes my sojourn,

that region of love alive,

of a sensual desire drawn easily toward remarkable

pain,

when lost,

an afterthought.

I would if never,

be a forever man, to always have pace,

with knowing your pleasure,

to keep the bliss in your eye,

to have your favor of constant wanton need,

become a flower,

of petals moist in springtime,

yes, of a wonderful response to surely orgasmic …

settle your emotions, that is feeling,

that sense of release,

a motion beyond comprehension while eyes roll,

hands and arms flail to clasp,

legs shudder,

the mind becomes its own orgiastic celebration

of a coming to,

a knowing,

a reality of this moment being there,

with you, me, why however we do ignite our fire.

Oh it is this I truly know,

when in the regard of the heavens,

our god-like passions become o’er-filled,

In desire will I always recall – her.