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. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “sensuality

I Will Imagine


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Though I’m asked not,

I cannot help myself,

a clear moment,

a clarity,

a vision of her,

I do respond in sweetest  memory.

 

Would I that an afternoon might remind

my heart of the quiet free-for-all

her sweet touch,

the essence of warmth,

when bodies do intermingle,

I might feel her next to me,

forever.

 

In the essential silence

I will create in my mind,

those waking eyes,

the thrust of our passion,

in throes of an eternal hour,

well past the imagined

wonder,

of if, might we, could, would,

it will be in my mind a sensuality.

 

A surreal peace,

come over me,

shelter my disposition,

she holds a red umbrella,

beholden my heart,

for it is in her soul

my love always begins.


A Glance Contains a Smile


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It is with provocative pose,

she sets the tone,

body toned,

eyes to wander wonder,

she is beauty in repose.

 

Her glance is private,

allowing only certain eyes

to bask in sweet elegance,

the shadows of love,

lost in the element of disguise.

 

Oh to wander along naked skin,

to feel the arch of a sensitive touch,

we might last forever,

if when the two hearts we pose,

would, could venture beyond fantasy.

 

Poised and beyond reach,

a seduction sweet to savor,

hers is a lovely sensuality

any man might favor,

yet one should always know,

the respect of her labor is true.

 

Oh to relish in the prowess

is her innocence

to know the travels sweet lips

would venture once her eyes

give allowance to departure.

 

Then there is the essence of reach

for hers is a quiet and dignified center.


If We Might Imagine Real


When once we could

sense one another,

hold fast to each other,

feel our bodies intermingle,

my hands soft fall,

fingertips touch a naked arm,

shoulder to wrist,

I want you to feel my touch,

while yours,

touch my back,

naked,

pulling me close,

feeling my need rise

toward your own center,

we appeal to one another,

lips a sweet creation

a oneness,

while in passion’s grace

skin to skin

our lives

are within the realm

of why it is we wish to be,

and knowing such,

we do,

we will continue a journey

long before the reckoning,

we begin to search

each other’s desire,

a sensuality

found easily one inside

the realm within

a reach


When We Do Encounter Time


In a romantic sidewalk cafe,

drawn by sweet energy,

our touch imagined

becomes one,

a soft reminder of why,

of what, of when, because,

we might, we can, we wish

to then hold one another

in passion’s embrace.

 

We do then find our smile,

a touch,

fingertip trace a familiar strand of elegance,

a smile while raised eyebrows

suggest comfort lost and found again,

hands fall together to hold on,

to hold on,

to allow time to pass while hearts do breathe.

 

Smile with me, and know forever is

the immediacy of love.


Comfort Inside


When all around is a soft, woven, security,

one found with an effort beyond quiet musing,

when allowance, lets me

become one with her sensuality.

 

There is a tenderness in her heart,

I feel the strength of sweet serenity,

her grasp of my reality,

leaves me shaking in splendid ceremony.

 

I wonder if it can be so simply told,

when two people fall in love,

when other worldly fashions

take the place of societal functions.

 

I did once, I do so several recall,

sweep the world around me,

only to fall in swoon deep inside,

the internal security of love’s solemnity.

 

Here is where I belong, I say with fading eyes,

the comfort of her arms hold tight my liberty.

 

 


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.