I am an intelligent, cultured, shaven headed 40 something. I enjoy real women and real conversation.I am not into anything or anybody that is crass or cheap, I need my intellect stimulated before anything else.I am into sensuality rather than porn. I like it to simmer slowly before the heat is built.
I am a very open person, but when drunk, usually to my detriment... oops....as i said
I am a very open person, but when drunk, usually to my detriment...
3-4 hours for me.....Insomnia does that...
A south Australian Merlot
Its a mans mans mans world. James Brown
I was born romantic....We are a dying breed....I just act as myself...If i am with a woman, then there is no other...She is the centre of everything.
It depends on the girl.
The silence bore a beat. The lonely sound, at last unbound. The fleeting catch of eyes, lent a desperate glare, to the sensual air. The music joins the throng. The violin committing sin. It slowly rapes your soul. That haunting sound, rips you abound. So please cast your mind right back to the start. With the beat of the tempo, the beat of your heart and...
Added 30 Aug 2015 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 9 | Avg Score 5
| Views 609
| 9 Comments
Life is a thirty two point compass, all heading in different ways. You make the choices that you do and live like this your days. Each decision leads another thirty two, because you can always then go back. But the path gets more complicated, as the turns begin to rack. When our compasses intertwined, an orbit they did make, Each decision made together, and the same...
Added 21 Jul 2015 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 14 | Avg Score 5
| Views 732
| 13 Comments
You're a study in contradiction, Strong yet battling deep affliction, Hippolyte meets Euridice. You can bring the sun with a single glance, A knight would lower down his lance Your token, he would make all the world see So why are you so sad inside? What demons are trying to hide? How can I just help them go away? I'm here and I will never go. Let them just fade and know, ...
Added 07 Sep 2014 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 7 | Avg Score 5
| Views 741
| 7 Comments
What dream did she appear from? This Sidhe like elven sprite. She bewitches me by daytime, And each and every night. Her humbleness deceiving. She wields almighty powers. Words no longer necessary. I could gaze for hours and hours. She gives me just enough To keep me hard, servile. And when I start to waver, She gifts that special smile. She gives the strength...
Added 09 Aug 2014 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 10 | Avg Score 5
| Views 1,213
| 10 Comments
The tempest outside was unleashing her passion Without a thought for your turtleneck fashion. So both caught short, you hastened on in, To the pub where I was drinking my tonic and gin. A massive log fire, protruded her heat, To all of the patrons who were having a seat. You both sat down gratefully and ordered your round As the first rumbles of thunder started to sound. You...
Added 11 Mar 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
| Votes 11 | Avg Score 5
| Views 980
| 11 Comments
She lay there gently sleeping, her breath was quiet but sound. The night too hot for covers, I was staring at her mound. She always raised a quiver when sleeping or awake, but gazing upon her at that time, was more than I could take. I slowly walked on over and gazed upon my Venus. It was time to give a loving gift that did not involve my penis. I gently...
Added 07 Mar 2014 | Category Erotic Poems
| Votes 17 | Avg Score 4.94
| Views 1,374
| 16 Comments
In Guildford's sweet hills, her grasses I lay. The summer was golden, a beautiful day. I was reading a book that I had not read before. When I first laid my eyes on the lovely Miss Moore. She was wearing a skirt the colour of night, her hair was all flowing, a wonderful sight and when she bent down to lock her car door, I first glanced the calf of the sexy Miss Moore. She lay...
Added 16 Feb 2014 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 16 | Avg Score 5
| Views 1,140
| 16 Comments
The paper is empty. The pen lays alone. The words non-delivered. No anything shown. For how can I write now she’s walked away? My words have dried up. I have nothing to say. I needed her grace, her body, her mind, to show me the meaning of all that I find. She once said she loved me. She coloured my soul. My teacher, my mistress, my journey, my goal. ...
Added 25 Jan 2014 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 27 | Avg Score 5
| Views 1,356
| 26 Comments
The memories of things never happened. The desires that were shared in our mind. The laughter conjured from nothing. The touches that weren’t, left behind. Wondering how it is I am losing. When I remember not taking part. Thoughts of the rift make it larger. My inners being rendered apart. Insanity looms now and beckons. Me to partake in her game. The wound being...
Added 23 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 16 | Avg Score 5
| Views 816
| 15 Comments
If you are not there, how can I stare at the moon's crescent? If you are not present, how can the sun shine down? How will I lose this frown? What words to say? If you are away. If you are away, how can I stay alive and well? How can I tell, if you were ever true? Or was a different you, slowly scheming, whilst I was dreaming? Whilst I was dreaming, you were seeming to be faithful to me,...
Added 13 Nov 2013 | Category Love Poems
| Votes 15 | Avg Score 5
| Views 1,000
| 16 Comments
Attach a note to this member, which only you can see.
Please tell us why you think this profile page is inappropriate.