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 “time

The Rains


Seemed right

to wake

a sudden jolt

and a flash, soft patterns

play a tapestry on my mind.

 

When wishing Nature’s beauty

suddenly transformed

that day we were hidden in love,

the skies protected our surround

while we

in arms

kept safeguard upon our soul.

 

I am listening,

hearing, a sadly alert

sense of time and place,

laying awake

wondering where she might know …

My heartache begins a slow

and deliberate

flood,

Iveant to feel

the rains

leave traces of beauty

reminders in song

stream along my cheeks.


The Pleasure of Touch


That’s what I miss,

when I imagine

skin touching skin,

the energy received inside

the moment

in a surround of her passion,

my fingertips,

her hands,

our skin, our lips, are bodies,

intertwine themselves

in a hurried expression

a sensuality

we both feel now in the imagination

we choose to live by

without the privilege of knowing

a longer sojourn

inside each other’s dreams.

 

It is that touch

reminds me of beauty,

her gasps

my leaps to find her center,

to slowly bring arousal beyond the point where she …

we understand

together,

the element of touch,

is our greatest yearn,

when for now,

we rely upon our intellect

to help us through this

silence.

 

Do as we may,

there is truth in how

our human condition,

may yearn eternally,

once having touched

each other’s soul.


When Love Matters Beyond Need


A hurting soul,

one fully aware,

there is a cosmic energy

takes over beyond the real

when two lives cross avenue

to begin a trail

of flowered symphony,

of delight in passion,

when skies above

are always blue with

cascading  cymbals

orchestrated by the mind’s eye.

 

I am in that place

where only tears remain,

where confusion

overlays the reality of my dreams.

She is my harmony,

her mystique and empathy,

her brilliant capture of my psyche,

she does offer the muse

of my need to recognize

the value of a life.

 

Yet, burdens they may be,

a time is not forgotten,

only built upon to satisfy a tear,

to know this is

real

we did understand

just love


A Wake of Silence


While music playing

set a tone

I listen

the outside places

away from me

the nearby

I wonder about sounds

I worry about certain movements?

I question my own decisions

I need to live with that silence.

 

It is in the early mist of mourning

Still hopeful I wait for a chuckle

though it’s a bit far away

I wonder about their morning

I would begin

how has it begun

is she in the same place

has she moved

further away

I worry about my reach

falling short

with every

new day.

 

I love her I know

there’s no question

in my mind the time

enduring.

In waking the normalcy

of loss

the optimism

I’m encouraged only by memory

wishing my reality

to offer some peace

to let her know

she has touched

my soul.

 

For there is now an immediate love

always means to overshadow the pain.


Lost Days


So many days,

countless hours,

I would wait for her,

wishing, sort of hoping,

wondering if she knew

how much I would

want for the need of

wondering how she

felt that day, today,

every day in her world,

I wanted to know,

to imagine,

to see her elegance,

in its grace,

capture the eyes,

the hearts, minds,

the children’s laughter,

every hour

I wanted her to know

she does touch lives,

in a manner,

much like she did touch

my own,

my heart,

my tears,

my yearning for another

moment in her arms,

a touch,

a soft and predictable kiss,

toward a new journey.

Every day

I wanted her to know.

 

Tonight, I’m only asking,

as much as I know

the answer,

I’m wanting to know.


Love on a Timetable


I used to believe happiness

is forever,

lasting well beyond the moment.

I know today life is a mystery

we are bound to,

solutions are found in love.

I wonder sometimes if eternal

can really mean always,

or are we all simple pawns.

I felt an emotional loss today

while the evening sun

continued its descent on my day.

I believe I am a shell of my life

in the evening silence,

yet fully aware this is all my doing.

I am aware that my life is blessed,

to know love,

is to surely understand sweet elegance.


An Unbearable Life


What I became of,

said the seer,

one day while noticing

sad faces.

The eyes of reality

when the salt no longer

pours upon

the unbearable lightness of pain.

I once stood on the threshold of elegance,

I carried the weight of desire,

measured the happiness with words.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Life began to suggest otherwise,

and I cried,

as I will, do, want to, will certainly

have to,

today.

Because it isn’t what I want that matters

to my aching soul,

it is the finality of trying

desperately,

to wade through indifference,

even without ever knowing,

why it makes life

the rollercoaster upon our emotions,

it must be,

when in our world,

the circumstances speak only outcomes.

 

I once held her in my arms with no

timetable surrounding our passion.

 

Oh, to know this sparkling autumn day,

would fill my energy with love,

oh to have that tear

in my hand

to shelter her sobs,

for they measure my own,

for there is love,

for ever.