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 “surreal

Standing in Twilight


I stood outside last night,

waiting for a show,

though, as I stepped through a summer,

screen door,

I couldn’t help but notice,

the brilliant amber on a night sky,

the leaves and forest and wonder about me,

all glistened in the moon’s mystique.

 

I knew the show would be out of my hands,

or perhaps the script rewritten,

for now, I imagined the sheer beauty of nightfall,

offered under a natural streaming light,

one that brought me to a different place,

like any such dabbling in nature light,

is meant to do.

 

I thought of her in this surreal setting,

and I wondered,

I wished, I hoped, I prayed,

the energy I felt might be compelled,

by the sweet nature of her.


In Knowing Grace


Oh I did travel to a different time,

a place where the lush beauty of nature

could find enhancement,

in each stone, dense sampling of forest,

in all of the sunlight’s well spent

design to bring our heart’s content.

 

Oh I did surround myself with beauty,

a certain natural innocence, a spiritual

reckoning would accept me wholly,

to listen to my cries, while then

enjoying the laughter of together smiles.

 

Is it always in the soft gale of an after rain,

the cool setting, the mist still remains,

that tells our heart no matter the fare,

there is always that memory of her Grace,

will take a soul far into the ocean’s breeze.

 

I wandered outside this morning to the gray

clouds of an after shower, the cool air

allowed me to settle in for a time to recall,

there is beauty, and there is grace,

a certain wonder she brought my world,

a sweet trace of spectacular surreal love.


Finding Beauty


 

 

 

 

I choose the highlands

that reach toward the sky,

I live to know the heights

where my soul might linger

in a sweet peace of this world,

where it is I am in destiny,

the travels of my mind.

I know so little of what is time,

can only wish and dream perhaps

there might be a delight in line

for all of our heart felt agony.

I wonder often of failure

how the remark contains me

if it were just only a test

a limitless horizon of humanity

would it be so powerful then

once I might understand pathways.

~

I was once a child of a decade

where screen doors and trails,

soft breeze and playful friends

hot summers and weekend skis

the wisp of romance quite vivid

in the eyes of an older sib.

I remember then when life

could be as transparent as

the picture window in my home.

~

What happened to muddy the glass,

where is when I did suddenly

come to terms with losing idyllic

prayer and spiritual guidance?

How did I get to be so critical

of simply my own sacred humanity?

Why is it when I wake in the morning sun

my dreams become a starker reality,

a place where hope and beauty

always measured, isn’t a natural

course of my day’s mechanics?

~

I was watching you one evening

the music pounding my ears,

my body writhing to the rhythm,

yet you miles away in the heights

celebrating love, exploding sensuality

if I could lift my heart to you

like the potion driven magic

of my favorite never found chemist,

might I then find my peak,

while settling into ethereal arms

of passion and grace, would I with a smile

glance upon that valley of my dreams.

~

*photo credit – allen parseghian


Oh That You


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Oh to imagine

a moment

eyes to my lips

to feel sweet taste

open for your delight

only while we

might

just

have

this …

would you agree

I am looking at you

with the desire of a

lovely fantasy.

I am that woman with the eyes,

the blush is simply

given to you to allow your mind

to imagine where your eyes

might wish to travel

next …


If, When


it is a surreal notion to create a vision,

a woman in the throes of her own passion.

for we might certainly wonder if ever

such fantasy we’ve held onto forever.

~

It is svelte hands cupping her breasts,

while the end of a long day she rests

her eyes show growing desires enhance

that our imagination could wish chance

~

while lids are closed I would be nearby

my hands skilled caress and ask why

I am blessed to have your beauty near

while alone we together images appear..

~

a slow gliding draw of a fingertip

along an exposed breast to flip

a nipple with a chuckle in your smile

while you intrigue your lover’s guile.

~

in the fiery motions of your mind

you begin to know that this unwind

will thrust your needs as happens

the touch, lips gentle breeze opens

~

oh to dive my tongue deep inside

to allow your hips upon me ride,

to explore inside with my fingers

while your shuddering need lingers

~

oh to feel your mouth part with moan

while your mystique, a rhythm you own

will build further, go faster with need,

I’m inside with swift fashion to heed

~

only that which will draw your inner thighs

an unveiling of the ways you are so wise

to know how quickly you might bring

orgasm to the surface of your being.

~

I would then appear as you might know

while over here I may imagine your glow.


Dreams Visit


mood is ethereal

when in second chances

we seek

she

leaves our mind

hopeful

yearning

almost a taste

of surreal sense

did exist in a visit

only to recall shivers

a spiritual ease

quiet, comfort, real

she lives

in my dreams

her visits

will leave me

~

Photographer: Robert Farber

Model: Elena Levon


Time Zone Blues


We could if chance allowed,

imagine,

setting similar,

lives cross paths across the globe,

my world, your space,

your eyes, my dream.

The heat of the day,

simmers slow surreal

if in that moment,

I can be your inspiration,

perhaps a dream state,

allows you to travel with me,

together we dance the sky

parallel lives visit that dimension

wanders far beyond the physical reality,

the shell we carry with ourselves always.

Imagine a world …

please, a refill,

stay a while longer will you –

play

~

*photo found on pinterest