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 “touch

Stunning Appraisal


When given license to explore

regions a man may only imagine,

when allowance a fingertip

might cause an unraveling passion,

there is little need for explanation,

only the source is a lovely fluid

motion, gives the senses reason

to entice that aspect of humanity,

will explosions enhance our climax.

 

There is a vague reality in the distinction

between love and sex. Where one

decides a motive is a self-driven

journey, another  wishes only pleasure

to manifest itself in the eyes of a lover.

It is that deep delight when cast upon

our actions, when a touch, a twirl,

a slow methodical insertion can wake

that nirvana is delightful in presence.

 

Would that we might repeat ourselves

again, yes, once more, please, again, a

twilight response to evening’s reason.

Would that her desire begin to move,

as he himself feels this energy untapped.

Again, again, again, rest, taste, touch, breathe

a gasp will be suggestive in her eyes, his

draw to bring alive a new utterance,

a kiss, lips, alive we wish, please … again.


Knowing Love


I know that after love making, I feel you pull me inside,

our helpless, sated bodies intertwined,

I know it is there I understand love,

when I can fall inside your eyes.

 

While the world around me exists in balance,

my mind is with you, searching, always yearning,

it is then I feel alive, when connected,

I always want to feel alive.

 

Inside a memory, I feel your body in every sensation,

touching, fresh scent, hearing gasps, see, tasting tears

for it is then I know,

when our hearts beat in unison, our words remember.

 

Then while the storm continues, the separation apparent,

I watch for any indication your presence

might offer the moment, to light up night stars,

to carry me beyond this dream toward a reality.


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.


Sensual Shroud


There is a privacy,

in knowing,

a certain delicious manner,

we know,

when in our quiet moment,

our eyes do glaze in realizing passion,

in recreating a pleasure,

a certain abundant nature of reaching.

 

We do reach when we are together,

gives me her center,

I would search forever,

to find a way to bring delicious pleasure,

to a moment when eyes closed,

the world drifts in private assurances.

 

Yes, let’s take chances,

so that your lips will find mine,

eyes tear in unison,

we do know …

oh to understand there is more,

always the year remains,

to touch, feel, breathe, to count upon,

having your heart in my hands,

to each, we seek in privacy,

the elegance of soul.


Reflection in Harmony


That moment, those eyes,

the times, hours, recall

every breath, each gasp,

the quiet interlude that breathes

well beyond the sated pleasure

of her, matching my own arousal,

when our bodies could caress

each other’s desire,

like maps that tell a tale,

one adventure after another,

a summer day, a winter frost,

every aspect of my mind,

returns to the touch, the skin,

the alive nature of her hands,

my lips, her hair, my desire,

her elegance, my male need,

each recall a lovely mystique,

oh I will recall each time your

eyes did light on fire

while we could find, we met

our love, our desire, our wish,

our privacy while satisfied,

ah, your center is my reach.


Morning Recall


The few times,

each waking suspension

when time suggests

ours is this

moment

 

Eyes smile the know,

the precursor

to starting again,

the heat, a fire, an ignite me

glance.

 

Lips touch

soft to explore

to start to test to taste

to love,

know the shudder

is expression well beyond passion

more simply peace,

a grateful delight in sharing

connection, embrace, desire, need,

 

It is a need that suddenly overwhelms

the moment,

sun peeking through to recall

reality,

yet for now,

we do begin

slow …

 

Smile, eyes, hands –

lips,

show me where!


With Whispers We Sing


In the quiet, a sexy shade of sensuality,

I would move to feel, to grace your skin,

gather near to offer me your beauty,

a gasp, a smile, eyes that yearn,

it is this memory, when with you I yearn.

 

I remember the slow rhythm of finding lips,

our nuzzle, slow and deliberate, knowing

we can be here forever before we even begin.

While time a continuum outside our private world,

we will create a delicious passion together.

 

Do you know how often I revisit the secrecy,

the lust, the rhythmic reach to find your eyes,

to know the casting shadows tell the tale,

a writhing, your center, an open journey

whereby all sound will fall within now dreams.

 

Oh to now hold the moment when an utterance,

means come along with me, my pleasure is yours.