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 “fantasy

Thoughtful Fantasy


I spoke with passion today.

Hers was a delicious enticement.

Need a man say any more?


Walking Outside


The air is chilly,

a wintry night,

without a scarf,

he felt the biting cold,

though a warmth

did exist allowed his

body to continue

forward, hopeful,

imagining that once

he did reach her

sanctuary,

would then his icy

exterior

melt at the sight …

her welcome eyes.


When Wishing We Make Love


One might wonder

the occasion

to know the

passionate embrace,

the metaphysical,

inspirational,

devotional desire

to want the motion,

to wish,

to make love.

 

One might imagine,

when in the moment,

intensity,

abandon,

the sort allows our bodies

a shelter

to land upon, inside, beyond,

to feel this surreal nature

of sensuality drawn upon

years inside a quiet energy,

waiting, wanting,

finding that reach,

the place,

sweet serenity is a cliche

that might not ever describe

the truly incomprehensible

vision,

knowing the moment.

 

One might always

wander,

asking the reveal,

swift is the response

to finding her mystique

knowing, believing, wishing

to comfort

such aspect of truth

is inherent

when lost in the throes

of wishing only peace

to be the

center of woman.


Living Inside The Movie ‘Crash’


I would live there,

that corner,

near all the action,

where a million different lives,

were modeled around

each other,

to be no different,

to cry, to laugh, to know hatred and confusion.

I would live on that block,

I could fall in love with the feeling,

of finally understanding,

we might just as well,

be the same as the other,

rather than continue the battle.

I would live there

if I could have you …

live the world in happy,

to fashion each other’s eyes.


if she were real


his life,

he imagined,

alone,

yet when walking the halls,

her appearance,

always alluring,

only when at first he wondered,

about another anomaly,

the forgotten ones,

the two or three or five

perhaps hundreds,

walking nearby,

having a soul,

having desire and passion and verve,

that energy is a mystique,

he never realized

when.


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.


Trials In Virtue


Though we might trouble our lives,

though we did,

we know now,

we did,

in adventurous tumult,

while all around our eyes,

there became this silent partner,

always waiting,

to suggest, to know, to understand,

or to simply seemingly suggest,

to recognize,

and yet,

we did continue our journey,

for we knew no other far and away and beyond

the reality of our time,

like a clock,

we did suddenly pause …