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 “real

Touch Think


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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
gasps
she waits, she arches, she feels
might be a wanton need
oh let me man’s
want fulfill
caress human condition
yet
Is love a wanton
pose.


When I Do Know Is The Difficulty


Oh, to have those reckoning moments,

when it is clarity,

two people perhaps miles apart,

suddenly in a cyclone do find calm.

 

After the ground settles,

roots ripped out of vessels of life,

the neighbor,

anyone in the path sometimes seems aside.

 

Focus does return to finding the peace,

a lovely sort of delightful knowing,

the partiality of love,

being central in the mind of two.

 

Yet our world does continue – always will

as will my desire to find reason to keep us still.


Skipping Titles


While fortune

speaks to the beauty

of an inherent

passion – the sorting

has begun,

the contemplation

become

the afterward,

is pensive

yet on sweet sunny days

will spring

in its blossomy

form

remind me

always

she is

love


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.


If We Might Imagine Real


When once we could

sense one another,

hold fast to each other,

feel our bodies intermingle,

my hands soft fall,

fingertips touch a naked arm,

shoulder to wrist,

I want you to feel my touch,

while yours,

touch my back,

naked,

pulling me close,

feeling my need rise

toward your own center,

we appeal to one another,

lips a sweet creation

a oneness,

while in passion’s grace

skin to skin

our lives

are within the realm

of why it is we wish to be,

and knowing such,

we do,

we will continue a journey

long before the reckoning,

we begin to search

each other’s desire,

a sensuality

found easily one inside

the realm within

a reach


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.


Finding Reason


While we might pretend a reality,

the world exists beyond a norm,

there are the pitfalls,

the errors

in judgment,

yet even then,

a person might want to question,

authority.

 

There is often found a reasonable ideal

suggests the beauty of love,

beyond the possibility,

self contained,

cautioned beyond a passion,

and instead lost in the ambivalence,

inherent in error.

 

Though then the albatross be revealed,

we must love the knowing glance well fed.