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
I would stand upon the highest ridge,
to only proclaim the beauty of this
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.
Is when I know you are still with me,
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
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 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
a journey beyond our
here today, to know an eternal
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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.
In that moment,
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,
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 sensual accentuate sexual design,
sketched upon your beauty.
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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.
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
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,
the mind becomes its own orgiastic celebration
of a coming to,
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.
It was just the other day,
I was a different sort of man,
by the end of the day.
I’ve always wanted you,
figured I might out of the blue
have you just the way I may.
It was just the other day,
I discovered a newer reality
I was lost in an ego drift.
When my notions of a woman of spectacular
caresses my mind any moment, every time,
I shudder to imagine,
just how beautiful she can be,
when she is away from me.
I wonder sometimes if that same
wandering soul could remain
as static as the time of day.
Things change, if I may,
I do have the same heart throbbing
desire for the beauty of you,
yet I cannot simply have my way,
without a favorable sashay sway.
I do get that, I really do.
In coming to terms,
I now take a pause
to imagine what affirms
my desire is my own only.
I sometimes have to realize
accentuating beauty, your elegance,
is a sojourn for the wise,
that gentleman of candor and chance.
So if I may,
I’d like to say farewell today,
to any particular manner obtuse,
that reflects upon an objective stare.
I can continue to love the beauty of you,
relish, dream, wanton passion extreme.
You do send me for a twirl anyhow, way,
It was just the other day,