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

Questions Delve Deep


I think there is a reality we all imagine,

when simple is sufficient,

we sort of bowl over the remainder,

the mystery of being.

 

If to suggest lives matter,

is it as important to recognize honesty

attached to our integrity,

or are facades the true meaning.

 

We must be conscious how lost

begins the circle of unwarranted deceit

when lacking in interpretation,

the eyes need offer swift hesitation.

 

While further the exploration

begins to parlay the genuine nature,

in a gradual manner

speaks idly of conscious respect.

 

Oh, for my words do matter,

so careful I am to avoid such hindrance,

creates a vacuum in the greater schematic

playground of our heedless humanity.


Poodle Skirt Afternoons


It certainly is a fantasy,

every man’s dream,

well perhaps,

it is the notion of a certain elegance

hidden to a glance,

a pretty chance,

play with the irresistible nature of desire,

that lust, that splendid piece of …

 

Oh the liberties of the mind when will she sashay

past my way, past my day, upon my

sweet, sassy, display.

 

We all have our favorites,

the nature of a hot summer’s day,

a melody to rock the mind,

the sights of spring moving toward autumn,

we only have this short window

to appreciate the simple beauty of woman,

without the strain,

beyond the compromising fallacy of control,

can we only love,

be able to share our energy together,

to appreciate our most basic need,

the lovely reality of sensuality beyond objectivity.

 

Oh the liberties of the mind when will she sashay

past my way, past my day, upon my

sweet, sassy, display.

 

How I do often wish to know,

just the very chance of understanding purpose,

recognizing innocence in the natural

surrounding of man and woman

in the throes of passion.

We are a simple lot of ignorance,

so often lost in the rapture of an enticement,

we forget quite easily an element of integrity,

which when let go, the ties loosened,

will surely unravel the most chivalrous intent.

 

Oh the liberties of the mind when will she sashay

past my way, past my day, upon my

sweet, sassy, display.

 

Is it remarkable an instance can change my day?

I would hope it might always be this way.


While Watching Sunsets


I do recall the days,

when in an instance,

the reflection,

a sky of amber, burnt orange,

waves of cirrus setting suns,

in that moment,

would she come to mind,

a walk,

a quiet landscape around our lives,

holding truth inside a dream,

one that mingled our reality.

 

I know she is nearby,

with me,

standing close,

her eyes a sweet song

in the late afternoon light,

our hands touch, it begins,

this certain response,

bodies that wish to intertwine,

to dance along one another

in a delightful rendezvous,

plays melody with our passion.

 

Tonight, another sunset,

I count on the spirit of her grace,

is with me always,

sweet sunset provides this energy,

a wanton need to find a lovely

interlude,

a provision allows the delight,

her sensuality,

keeps me watching sunsets.


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.


Adjusting My Self


Because that’s what we do,

men,

adjust our selves,

physically,

without a flinch, grab and rearrange,

walking down a city block,

standing in a room of peers,

grasping with petulance upon that external

metaphor.

 

So why all the self-importance one might ask,

for those of you still

hanging around.

Call it the self-deprecation of the ability of man,

to justify their reason for being,

to make light upon the external nature of our intrusion,

perhaps I only want to apologize for my anticipation.

 

The real reason though will play itself out,

in that most delicious and sensual manner,

for it is that love of ‘woman’

the essence of elegance, beauty of her mystique,

it is the man in me that must always realize the gift

is woman

in all of her sinewy swoon,

that dazzle toward unraveling my mind at the sight of

*gasp*

 

And why man,

why can we not simply allow our lives to believe

in cherishing and honoring the natural Grace of woman.

I say this from the bottom of my heart,

because I have been allowed to know,

the true muse, the mysterious delight of woman,

and I am sated by her lovely enticement.

 

So, let’s make the adjustment one last time.

Be a man.

 

 


Self Loathing in Dependency


Oh it is a harsh reality I speak of today,

rather than soft colors and accentuated melody,

I would that my broken heart might say,

how much I do truly love her sweet deity.

 

In ancient verse a fond escape we choose,

to lose our own reality of course as concept.

We might rather think to openly amuse

than  face the truth we can no longer accept.

 

In knowing love, I did forever touch eternity

in her grace, sweet smile, a tear in eye I mellow

to the innocence of truth she display in civility,

while I the man, demand and certain do bellow.

 

I found myself today standing at the edge of time,

knowing that I took for granted her love, sublime.


If Only We Could …


snow

… know that time might define our lives,

before we could tell we can fall in love.

How similar our mind works and thrives,

when suddenly we seek the same above.

 

… describe in a symbolic gesture our desire

becomes sweet love in immediate embrace.

How we do imagine fantasy a perpetual fire

warms a delicious desire we shan’t erase.

 

… know I might not know her as well as today

what if that time suddenly became obscure?

How I would wonder why I might lose my way,

knowing her, helps my heart and soul feel pure.

 

For if we were strangers walking in a light snow

Those romantic notions would be love we know.

 

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