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 “beauty

Alone In The Quiet of an Afternoon

When the rains began to fall,

I wondered,

did she,

was she at all curious,

did she know

I would be right here,


where it is I always want to be,

this place, one night,

the first time,

a kiss,

quiet afterward,

when her eyes opened

to see him standing there,

laying next to her,

cradling every aspect of whom she might be,

in the moment,

in the quiet of a



Waking to Song

I woke to their singing


your stories of how song

connected our lives

their calls

across the avenues

of our quiet dreams.

I waited …

Walk Soft Sweet

In a glance one night

would my heart become the light

if when then she might.

Truth Is Love

music plays quiet reminder

body and soul does yearn

a want to feel presence

yet silent recall

is his only calculate device.


woke to a familiar scene

long thrown hair danced

upon his chest in rest

she stretched alongside

skin upon skin

white linen shroud.


he does hold on to the vision

the ‘nook’ a descriptor

she gave him with sweet smile

her lips upon his

passion unbridled

he does stir in his alone.


She is his truth.


She Is His Elegance


simple quiet
cobblestone grip
unseen is wonder
only steady gait
a will
to wander
slowly seeking

she is his elegance

Touch Think


I do wish my hands
her yearn
tells me so
perhaps she only suggests
beauty how I linger to feel
my palm
cause her needing
she waits, she arches, she feels
might be a wanton need
oh let me man’s
want fulfill
caress human condition
Is love a wanton

I Do Stand

Oh I might falter,


with time,

the experience of a spring sunrise,

I will, can, I believe

love is,

will be,

and howsoever gently

we might find an eventual

sweet space of a hand,

reaching out

to hold onto our greatest fear.

That will be a good day,

a place to stand, like today.