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 “sweet

I Wanted To Ask Her


When the sunlight streamed

upon auburn hair,

I watched

she stepped in with dignity,

I noticed.

She glanced around,

a sweet dishevel,

learning stranger’s posture,

in a matter of moments.

 

We all noticed of course,

yet it was me,

in my silent revelry,

I couldn’t help but smile,

I was smitten for awhile.

 

In that brief glance,

in the matter of a time,

beyond our planned imagination,

one could not realize

the impact such delightful grace,

would now carry me through

the passages of time,

in a different world,

one I would choose to dream,

with auburn hair,

in her the sunlight streamed.


Lives Travel


To be so close,

a step in this direction,

a quiet moment of reflection,

to know nearby,

an energy,

hers,

her grace and subtle tear,

so very poignant, apparent,

a purposeful posit of love.

 

Two cosmic travels ago,

we did our lives intersect,

that moment,

the visual notice of each other,

in a familiar setting,

so close,

enough to reach and touch each other’s

long quieted soul.

Oh, to know that moment

has changed my world forever,

in that eternal schema

of what is matter,

and how does chance include

the absolute of our

sweet reckoning.

 

I am here,

as are you,

always,

my heart intersects the lines of sweet

innocence plays the strings of our lives.


We Walk Together


We think with a similar stride,

a stroll,

the mind carried away,

inside this world of shadows and mystique.

I in my own quiet,

imagine her as she moves,

such grace I have seen before,

yet now,

I’m left creating a visual

takes me to a place,

like a ledge upon the end of my earth.

I would fall in forever,

if I knew she might be holding me

while the soil dissolves below my grasp.

 

When in the darkest corner of my nightmare,

I am suddenly pulled aside

given a light to find my way,

her words,

it is in the sweet realized beauty of

her soul,

that I might breathe again,

the shallow walls of anxiety,

slowly slip away,

as a familiar energy, fills my heart

so I may float toward the sky.

 

The walk we share in stride,

is the path I choose,

I wander in my own solace,

knowing I may hold her hand,

so together our travels,

open avenues toward sweet peace.


Sensual Dream


When I close my eyes,

I feel

her,

that simple grace,

in a moment,

when all of my desire,

seems centered,

her,

the sweet nectar of passion,

soft, supple, sensual

a wanton blend of

yes, this is me,

and I am with you

now,

this moment,

captured in an eternal surreal memory.

To reach,

to find, explore,

in a caress, in a sweet travel,

while our horizon remains the same,

inside our own quiet remedy,

is a journey,

only responsive to each other.

 

Show me please …

your eyes.

 


When My Heart Aches


It is in the early morning, when waking,

I open my eyes, and see the invisible nature

of her memory, all I have

to hold onto,

is a quiet vision of when we could,

and now it fades,

I feel it in every waking moment,

without chance, I can experience loss,

time, people, change,

the world around me remains the same.

 

I want to hold back tears,

pretend it isn’t happening,

this constant,

this deep inside, festering truth,

I don’t want the challenge,

no longer wish to imagine I could be wrong,

I only want what my body feels,

the ache, the longing, the yearn,

that forever was simple,

and yet now in the moment,

smooth jazz only makes me want to cry.

 

I used to think about the amazing touch,

her sweet harmony with my utterances,

lips breeze and tease,

search in tongue twirl like a melody,

we would play this tune,

we would play this tune,

we would, God help me, play this tune …

did keep my passion alive.


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.


He Said, She Said More


he would spend his time explaining,

she might smile,

he might wish her eyes were dreaming,

she would let him know.

 

he could wish her happiness,

she would tell him,

he would breathe a deep sigh,

she would love him.

 

A sweet morning sunlight,

skies spectacular in romantic drifts,

streaking clouds,

hands that touch with a certain need.

 

By the rail of the public dock,

he pulled her close,

she let lips caress his,

their hands began a celebration.

 

This was his need,

she did offer love,

he would believe

she could feel loved.

 

Their passion furthered

in the long grass,

a shadowed sunlight

under a naked tree.

 

Here was their kiss,

a long and enduring time,

she did suggest tone,

he followed a direction known.

 

Oh to run fingertips along the fabric of her caress,

inside a world he could desire, perhaps he might know.