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 “woman

The Essence of Woman


In life lives a fantasy,

a gentle reminder of a soft journey,

one rampant with a passion,

driven by the essence,

the true nature of knowing,

her every curvaceous tone,

whether it be intellect

or the naked reality …

 

In imagining woman,

might the man remember

true beauty,

an eternal mystique

shall be her endearment,

the freedom she carries to be

just lovely in every aspect

of her being.

 

Woe that we do forget

in the throes of a neediness,

a loss of contentment

with recognizing peace,

instead tossing aside the value,

that originating seduction,

for a callous recall,

one that may cause confusion,

detract from any innocence,

to inherit an ugliness toward

proper beauty.

 

It is in that pause,

the reflection of man,

we can realize

there is truth inside the goddess

of our humanity,

that spiritual reckoning

suggests a karmic wave

of true innocence,

the essence of woman

be shared only in the eyes

of sacred love.


there is softness in her beauty


In woman,

in that we recognize beyond the physical pleasures,

there is a softness,

one meant to be honored,

not arraigned,

yet, so often in the throes of our personal passions,

we forget to take homage in their own gentle offerings.

 

In woman,

we attach sacrifice,

to suggest she is meant to be privileged,

at the expense of man,

without realizing her own contributions,

are meant to be the truth,

not a fantasy,

but a spiritual guidance in the heart of all Man.

 

In woman,

I know she is beautiful,

and I relish the opportunity to tell her so,

when in her eyes, I see magic, I see the sunrise,

and I do as evening pulls often feel the sunset,

in her demeanor when a peace,

a needed vacation from all of the torment,

might become her personal homage.

 

In woman,

I see her.


Man Loves A Woman


Man loves a woman, smiles,

her eyes sparkle,

a stir, sweet gasp.

Man wants to hold her, gently,

she allows,

he defends her honor.

Man loves a woman

a fire within his body ignites,

she compels.

A man feels a woman’s love,

she is unable,

he feels tears forever, his own.

A man hears a woman tell of love,

he listens,

she cries the same.

Man loves a woman,

a woman loves a man.


A State of Want


In a glance,

a smooth gentle curve,

winding around a world,

where my want might remain,

it is in this quiet

delight,

the shape of you,

with eyes enhanced,

suggesting I might take you,

suggesting please do take me,

in that moment

delicious.

 

I am a wonder in fantasy,

only with a desire might I recall,

the contours of a settling valley,

a surreal stream,

a touch,

the rising waters will then give me pause,

for it is here in the nature of love,

I do wish to watch springs flow,

the gasps of evening, a sensory paradise,

it is a caress of her sweet remedy,

my dreams become reality.


When I Think About Her


I can only imagine those moments,

While life around me continues to breathe.

 

I wonder about state of mind, happiness,

While everywhere I look seems so calm.

 

Inside my imagination is wishing for touch,

A tangible reminder of her quiet love

 

I glance out a window at a morning breeze,

The trees settle in motion, a thoughtful tease.

 

I wonder about her, and where might her eyes,

Find the same motion, her nature, similar leaves

 

When is the departure of love like the storm ahead,

Our eyes cannot see the future, we only dream

 

Of what once was, we want badly a return

In softer terms, we won’t let go ever a yearn.

 

When I think about her, I do want only sweet

Memory to last beyond the hurt so incomplete.


On The Other Side


It is different,

after the crossover,

the hesitation, quiet wonder, private …

When the choice is made,

a difficult mantra begins in the mind,

that one says,

speaks, screams,

“it’ll be ok”

reason matter over second guessing

human nature.

Or wait,

is that the other way around,

the nature of our being lays the groundwork,

for all reason in the mind,

even when the jump …

 

A Saturday night,

I am alone with wanderlust desire,

though,

that kinetic energy that drives my soul,

I am afraid,

I may not in the near future,

have the confidence,

the sort of, the, I want, I mean, it’s like

a different take

when drifting slowly across the landscape –

the other side.


Only Erotic


When I do touch her,

there is this immediate

sensory need to know pleasure,

not my own,

hers, the sense of where I might be,

will soon discover a gasp,

a garment with my teeth,

a gently bite of her shoulder,

swept away to a naked caress,

and my tongue and lips explore

her every being,

and yet, we are just beginning,

I move with hands on shoulders,

her open neck waiting,

enough to know when touch,

her head flails,

wanting my every motion to capture,

the essence of her woman.

 

… and then I will let my hands cup

the simple nature of her being,

lips finding, fingertips tracing,

tongue a twirl,

now it is her gasps will let my hands

fall to discover a center,

that part of her beauty I imagine,

only when apart how much I would carefully,

with precision,

find her,

move her,

taste her excitement.

 

For it is then we know there is integrity,

in the nature of woman, in woman,

in her wanting to feel,

wanting to reveal that which will

allow me to reach inside her whole.