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 “words

Muse Appeal

Its actually the way she does,

when he falters,

she manages to find the right words,

he is the constant skeptic,

always believing that this might be the case,

and then the sun rises again,

she is radiant in her peace,

he humbled by the virtue she displays,

and yet,

she has to wonder if that is enough,

or will he walk toward her enchantment again,

always seeking,


with little regard for anything else around him,

only a certain energy,

he does desire her words, eyes, voice,


if everything might be so simple,

then his constant musings,

could be quelled

long enough for his muse to be able to freely,

breathe …

Sweet Words Begin My Day

It is when I can imagine her eyes,

searching the paper, the right keystrokes,

for we are beyond the parchment,

the monitor speaks to her,

while the journey continues,

to find her soul in saying hello.


I do see tears, they are those I wish to touch,

with lips that will assure her

always the reflection is my love.

My fingertip might catch a runaway,

gather between finger and thumb

and bring this moisture to my own lips

to be with you in every aspect of my mind.


It is when the sunlight brings me to my place

this fashion of life I choose,

when waking to the moments,

as the clarity of her elegance swoons my mind.

It is then I know, her words, her beauty, her sweet

privacy …


While my world begins, I am traveling with you.

When Words Trail

While the mind will take excursion,

in wonder in respect to conversion

would the opportunity toward freedom

be allowed inside this patterned fiefdom.

While respect of inspiration seek calm,

the trail run cold still awaits in palm

some possibility, some idyllic frame

of mind that draw delight in its game.

In whilst the turmoil of lackluster time

feels in the onset just that certain grime,

must we always ponder the profound,

even when no love for word can be found.

Perhaps it is simply the fortune of beauty

gives peace to a sedentary turns frivolity.

Word Want

I, when alone study

notions of her fantasy

we seldom waiver


perhaps a profile

coffee in a pencil skirt

sit nearby my eyes


when while wondering

we would wander wanton wild

whisper wise welcome


stand nearby for now

I will wait to have you know

we could dance tonight


will you lean with me

allow eyes skin naked grace

could we please go on


tease my eyes desire

my obsession is your persona

please let me please, you

Having Peace

I have this life I share with

names really,

some have actually become


I’d like to think all of them together

co-existing wherever

hearts lead them are involved

in the beauty of teaching me

human nature.

I do love you that is true,

in every essence of who you are,

when I close my eyes and imagine just beauty,

as a graceful step, the very nature of true

elegance when,

while in my fantasy,

your eyes do pierce my mind freeing me of such

earthly burdens as are vanity.

I want you to stay in my dreams,

don’t go far, because if in a moment I stray,

I have lost you again,


The Chill

When while lonely,

what haven’t I known

a shuddering response to time

let me walk away

slow though

I wish to feel the moment,

each pulse of my world

envelop my pain.

I will shudder through

while all around me a blank slate

awaits a return,

a resilient body that for a time,

took a walk inside,

an internal mecca of soul-searching


Be surprised when the one you know,

might anticipate a slow unravel

suddenly finds dignity

in a place where only shadows follow.

My blue night is the wind and breeze

she follows my lead with peace.

Why This Time

I want to leave this place, yet the music always makes me return,

it crescendos upon my heart with a fever pitch of purpose,

I want to simply say goodbye to any reason and then yet another chord

wraps itself slow around my mind, and I am nearly strangled by love,

once again,

in a repeat,

I’m in that place again where the music always plays,

a journey through time, the essence of why we begin,

where it is that once upon a time,

we decided this would be of some reasoning,

a respite toward that necessary solace in our lives.

So instead of walking away, we just joined the fight.


Sometime in our lives we began to have an inherent reaction

to love’s purpose and we used music to help define the moment,

for when those tears wore upon our soul their greatest impact,

it was then we felt something, there was indeed a … something,

a reason to go on, to allow our fingertips to keep finding words,

to help us put together all the pieces of our excuses for any number

of truths.