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!

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The Little Things


When our lives settle difficult,

we wonder what will be our next

manner of speaking,

how to convey a need for love.

 

When our passions so unbridled,

cause our eyes, our hands, our bodies,

to want to interweave, and grace

each other’s fire with further desire,

 

it is in the little things she does,

when her fingertips touch my own,

and sweep the skin to help me feel

her love is an everlasting reminder.

 

When in the moment, our moment,

she does let my hands fill themselves

with her hair, so she feels my touch

upon her neck to allow her eyes to live.

 

When in the day, we do spend hours

in simple tones, conscious of each other,

in a need to display love in a quiet,

in a quiet, in a quiet manner of touch.


Hope Remains


Look outside the sunlight shadows the morning mood,

there’s a partial overcast sky,

suggests an incomplete meaning,

there would seem to be a distant pain

exists in her heart.

 

He would try to simply hold on to measure,

the beating pulse of angst she wish

would a challenge meet his own heart,

a yearning,

a desire beyond the normalcy

of knowing love could be trusted

always

without necessary definition.

 

We do imagine what our heart believes,

that if in a sudden turn,

her eyes might be in his again,

he would take her tears and meet them with his own,

if only,

in this moment the door would be open,

if the sudden luxury of peace,

could then step inside the vacancy

left bruised in

 

my soul.


Wondering Out Loud in Coffee Shop


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Imagine if the world could understand

A woe as troubling in its demand

As the will of man when caught in the grind

Of a wandering mind, lost in remind.

 

Gather steam and feel quiet urgency

His heart suspends, ask certain clemency.

For one short moment, serendipity

Steps forward cries a surreal pity.

 

Glance around the room, today strangers will

Know there is true love by apparent shrill.

For though we call it inevitable

Still as her sweet heart shreds we feel able.

 

Oh to feel her soft caress, distant eyes.

Bring bodies close, let me shadow your cries.