Written in silver,
Flowing words,
Spiral inwards,
Touching forgotten,
Caressing desire,
Whispering truth,
Moonlight verse,
Spoken deep,
Within the warmth,
Of new love,
Held gently,
A savoured moment,
In fluttering heart.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Summer lips

Her lips were like summer,
Warm in the morning,
Blazeing hot by noon,
Sensual and gentle after dark,
Enveloped in the humid night,
Of her kiss,
I rest,
And let sorrow,
Slip from my grasp.

Best wishes-SirHanz


Like a humming note,
In the back of my mind,
It has been there,
As long as I can remember,
And when gone,
As I walk amongst the trees
The silence is deafening…
I watch the sun sinking low,
Its golden rays illuminate,
Leafy green and gold,
Laying my hand apon the rough bark,
Cold wind gnashing at my cheeks,
And howling among the branches,
I let it fill my lungs,
Cooling my blood,
Sweeping away the endless struggle,
There is peace in this moment,
With the smell of dried grass,
And the taste of winter,
I turn and walk back along the path,
Thinking… one day… maybe….
I will share this..
With someone I love..
And there will be two sets of footprints,
In the dust,
Untill the wind blows,
And leaves us,
With only memory.

Best wishes -SirHanz

In between

There is a certain moment,
Between wakeing and sleep,
Where dreams still linger,
And thoughts run deep,
Before I open my eyes,
It doesn’t last long,
But the feeling is strong,
Just a moment or two,
Where I’m laying in bed,
And still with you,
Then I awake,
Alone in bed,
With the touch of your mind,
Still in my head,
It slips through my fingers,
Like your silken hair,
A gossamer thread,
Shining and golden,
Then no longer there,
A sigh escapes,
From deep in my chest,
Today there will be,
No more rest,
Untill once more,
The darkness returns,
And in dreams passion burns,
As I lay again in your arms.

Best wishes-SirHanz


Even as I rise,
I fall,
My heart flies,
Like a shawl,
To wrap you in my love,
As you wake from fevered sleep,
It fits you like a glove,
Lifting you from the deep
Streach your sensuous body,
Laying still beneath the sheet,
Feel a little naughty,
As into you my words creep,
A distraction to be shure,
Your hand apon your breast,
It’s not the best of cure,
But your already.. undressed,
So as you fingers play,
Deep between your thighs,
Let echos of me stay,
In the fire behind your eyes,
And when you bite your lip,
And legs begin to shake,
Feel the words slip,
With every breath you take,
“I love you“.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Perfect moment

The radiant heat of the noon day sun,
Warms my chilled bones,
Penetrating slowly,
Into the marrow,
The cool wind soothes calloused hands,
Unfolding old memories
Etching the scent of wood smoke,
Deep in my heart,
Joy comes easy on days like this,
It is carried on the breeze,
In birdsong and laughter,
Even the deer,
That in summer seek the shade,
Today dance and play,
I close my eyes,
Leting the world wash over me,
In that perfect moment,
Filled with profound peace,
My only thoughts,
Are of you.

Hope your day feels as good as mine… -SirHanz


She smelled of vanilla and summer,
As I held her close at long last,
No aucward stumbles or fumbles,
Just relief and love
Her face buried in my chest,
Drinking me in,
My arms never wanting,
To let go,
Her face turns to mine,
Eyes meet,
We dont need words now,
She has found her moment,
Soft and warm,
Firm and electric,
Her lips part,
An invitation…
And i…
Overwhelmed and weightless,
With heart threatening,
To tear itself from my breast,
So to be with her,
Feeling her body pressed close,
Devour the gift,
Of her kiss.

Best wishes -SirHanz

Thoughts of winter

A deep longing,
Inspired by winters breath,
Dances in my soul,
Elegant and beautiful,
Keeping time,
With the beating of my heart..
The frozen chill,
Invading my skin,
Devouring heat,
Hands ache,
Muscles stiffen,
Forceing movement,
Ever forward through time,
Towards the welcoming warmth,
Of your arms,
So distant,
Just beyond sight…
A kindred spirit,
Calling my name,
From silent lips,
Echoing over the horizon,
I hear your cry,
And will follow,
The golden flow of fate,
A sparkling path of hope,
Leading me onward,
Till see your joy,
Telling me I am home.

Best wishes -SirHanz

The return of gentleman fall

“Tell me a story” she says.. watching me with her liquid gaze. “Alright little flower” I say with a smile. “What kind of a story would you like?” “Something romantic… and naughty..” she says as she hides her blush under the blanket, her eyes peeking out from under the covers. I chuckle and agree.. I never could deny her…

Once apon a time… you see, all great stories must start with once apon a time. But they never say what time it was… strange no? Well.. I will not be falling for any such foolishness. And this story is all about time.
 Once apon a time… as the long days of summer were comeing to a close. In a house made with love but filled with winters chill, lived a goddess of summer. She worked hard tending to the needs of the house she loved, cleaning and fixing things that needed fixing. She cooked delicious food.. “what kind of food?” My flower asked. “Shhh.. dont interrupt.. but she cooked a lot of different things. Winter liked meat so she cooked that for him. But she was a goddess of summer and would eat only the bounty of harvest. Now be quiet and let me finish my story or I will not bend you over my knee later.” I said with a grin and a chuckle. 
 Now… where was i.. ah.. the house.. summer did not have a bad life with winter. But you see.. she was not happy. For winter was cold. And did not fill her with the warmth and desire that a goddess of summer needed.  But this story is not about winter.. for as the seasons changed summer found a gift apon her doorstep.  A warm scarf ment to comfort her and shield her from winters chill. She knew who it was from, for there was a note attached in the form of a poem with a rather bawdy ending. “It was from fall wasn’t it!” My flower chimed in. “Naughty girl… what did I tell you about interrupting?” I scowled playfully down at her.
  Summer wraped herself in the scarf, it hugged her neck and draped gently across her chest. It felt soft and warm. Summer knew that fall loved her, she could feel the care and love woven into the fabric.  She wanted to… no… needed to.. feel it more. So she left the house that she cared for, though it was hard and painful to let go of a place she had put so much of herself into. She would miss much about the home.. but not the chill and neglect. 
 Summer set her eyes forward and followed the path to where she knew fall would be. Just as she guessed, she could see him sitting quietly and waiting among the trees of red and gold. Fall had not noticed her aproch, so lost in thought he was. Summer felt her heart quicken and she hid herself, pressing her back against the rough bark of a tree. She knew fall loved her.. but she was a goddess of summer… and her blood was heat. She wanted him to desire her…. her fingers slipped beneath the straps of her sundress of flowers and light and let it fall to the leaves beneath her feet.

 With steady steps she approached fall wearing nothing but the scarf that felt so good against her skin. Gentlemen fall looked up when he heard the crunch of her footfalls apon the path that lead to him. His eyes widened, there was summer.. whom he loved dearly and never dared to hope would return that love, standing before him In nothing but his gift. Summer spoke of her need and feelings for him, opening her heart in ways she never dreamed she could. She spoke of her pain, her loneliness and grief.  And fall loved her. She spoke of frustration and fear. And fall loved her. She spoke of hope and dreams.  And fall kissed her.
 They made love beneath the shadows of the falling leaves, summer burning hot and fall the cool warmth that filled her. Summer’s body was passion and flame, but just as her season would always give way to his.. fall pressed her down. He held her firmly, summer could smell the clove and spiced apples apon his breath as chill teeth nipped at her tanned skin. She surrendered to fall, giving herself completely into his love as she cried out her pleasure.  The warm rain of july fell between her thighs as fall caressed her full breasts. Fall held summer close, the friction of skin on skin a beautiful melody of gasping lust…. fading into the leaves of the trees as fall took all that summer had to give and returned it with acceptance and love.
 They spent their day like that.. wraped in one another, first before the sun and then under the stars. I looked down at my flower as I felt her shudder. Her eyes where squeezed tight and I could see her hand moving beneath the blanket. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips glistening with moisture.  “Naughty little minx.. ” I said as I placed my erection against those full lips and felt her tounge draw me greedily into her mouth.  She moaned, her hand moving faster as she sensually slid her tounge across the head of my cock and tightened her lips around me. I pulled back the blanket, exposing her body. Her legs were spread wide, her hips grinding against the palm of her hand as her fingers worked frantically in and out of her pussy. She was exquisite. 
 I reached down and twisted her nipple between my fingers, her cry of pleasure was muffled as she sucked harder and faster. Her eyes opened and found mine, I could see the pleasure and need shining in their depths. She squeezed her legs together around her hand, her whole body beginning to shake. I growled my satisfaction,  one hand on her breast and the other in her hair as I pumped my cum into her waiting mouth. Her body went ridged and I felt the long deep moan vibrate around me as she came with droplet of pearl liquid spilling from the corner of her mouth.
 I smiled as we lay together in bed relaxing in the afterglow. She looked up at me and as I admired her beauty I could see the scarf.. in tones of red brown and gold hung with care across the headboard of our bed…

The end.

Best wishes…. Sirhanz.

North Wind

The wind shifted,
Cool breeze caressing skin,
Beneath light linen sheets,
I watch her rest,
Silver moon spilling through the window,
Tangleing with my fingers,
Among strands of golden hue,
Her eyes flutter in dream,
Hidden worlds of mist and shadow
I long to kiss soft lips,
Gazing down at her beauty,
Blood surges faster,
As I imagine her sleepy moan,
When she awakens to softest touch…
But I am content,
Watching the lace of shadows,
Cling to the curves of her body,
Each languid breath,
A warm benediction of love,
Apon my chest,
As the north wind blows,
And fills me with anticipation,
Of the dawn.

Best wishes -SirHanz