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 “together

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.


When Truth Forbids Chance


Oh I have tried,

I do love you with all my being,

and would sacrifice a world,

one filled with reputation and avarice,

for the soul that might challenge

a societal norm.

 

How often would I tell her

she completes the essence of my reason

to examine any notion in my mind.

 

How easily could I look in her eyes

and tell exactly what it was that mattered

to me in the moment.

 

It is always you,

all ways lead to your heart,

and it is me that breaks the path,

by locking onto selfish needs,

rather than the appreciation of just how

magical my life has become with you by my side.

 

Oh to vent a passion like ours,

would write volumes of beauty and grace,

carve into tree trunks, the solid hearts

that symbolize summers and hot spring days,

and impulsive scenarios where two people,

just allowed life to take them in its arms,

and kneel before the starlit sky,

a kiss, a smile, a gasp,

and it was then,

I knew I could know no other 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.

 

 


In the Quiet Afterward


I stood in line waiting for an answer,

same place, different time, always laughter.

I would wait forever I heard her say,

He looked at her indeed, in a similar way.

 

What about the now, do you remember this

part of our lives that society suggests a hiss.

I want to hold you near me through the night

so that she could feel his love is truly right.

 

When does tomorrow ever arrive she asked,

his response holding the reality so unmasked.

If I reach out and touch you now, a shoulder

might help remind our hearts simplify older.

 

Fasten your grip upon my soul he suggested,

while curiosity remained, she was invested.

Would I if could hold this moment now forever,

once again, the touch, shoulder peeks sweater.

 

Oh inside this dream I have felt your love true

Oh, the yearn to reach inside, touch, Grace in you.


When Lives Live Separate Realities


We didn’t plan this,

words familiar to the ideal,

two lives in separate worlds,

a correspondence, a fire,

a reasonable time to remember,

is all we suddenly recall,

when tonight, we wander,

separate minds in a similar spell.

 

Fantasy alone brings wild results,

a yearn for reality

make allowance for time,

a touch, a soft gentle caress,

a swift imagination would become,

that certain urgency to know,

to feel eyes upon eyes,

lips to taste the nectar

a careful abandon,

is love.

 

When last I held you close,

we did a passionate dance,

your breath heavy, gasps apparent,

did we play the night for the longer minutes,

when both our bodies felt the need,

to find more time.

We would with just a trace,

skin alive in a sudden fury,

could we travel the miles

in caution a moan, might my desire

ever seek taste in the serene atmosphere,

of only your sweet sensuality.

 

We can each time reinvent

finding center

finding together,

in the privacy of our trepidation,

open doors to wander,

inside the lives

where in a delicious motion,

our bodies, our needs, do meet,

do reach levels.


Mourning Routine


I would

that we desire

together

if while sun rise could

~

give ourselves to routine,

allow the moment

beyond any lament

serene imagination pristine.

~

If when I imagine you sweet,

shuddered eyes, near sleep

if when fingertips sweep,

naked skin, night shadows complete.

~

Might how her passionate embrace

suggest we create

a new travel, without debate.

Could we an emotional race

~

begin, bodies feel, sensual release

a build to love, to console,

to know our lives could be whole

if we knew spontaneity is peace.

~

Caress, continue,

ease, casual, taste –

shudder; sweet face,

we could.


Its About Her


It’s about when running wands across valleys

only the travel of sweet, damp skin

her reaction.

It’s about when a man may feel rise in need

only when laying nearby nature

seeing beauty.

It’s about when a skilled hand may hold center

feeling an internal wrath release

erotic peace.

It’s about when hungry mouths can taste each other

sweet sugar of forbidden nectar

sliding close.

it’s about when we might finally encounter

our own deep thrusts, helpless

to our desire.

It’s about when later in the twilight of night,

I will wake up to your eyes,

we begin again.