You still don’t know

how dark I go

in the dead of night

when the mood is right

and the pulses race

before that embrace.

You’ve not seen yet

how black I get

when I allow a man

to bind my hands

and set me free

as I long to be.

You haven’t seen

my inbetween

beneath the light

of words I write

which are but the tip

of what makes me tick.
~j~

Secret:

I sometimes
wish that
I were
a church yard
statue
because
they don’t
seem to mind 
getting crapped on
all day long.

~j

One single,
solitary ass
braying alone
in his field.

It that doesn’t
just about
sum up our
existence here,
I don’t know
what will.
.j.

~

There’s another girl
that most don’t know,
a darker child
with room to grow,
she’s wicked thoughts
and a dirty mind
who merely seeks out
her own kind.
So, if you’re one
who likes it black,
just leave your number,
..she’ll call ya back.
~j

If I could turn my heart

 into a bathroom stall

 your name would be scribbled 

on every wall

 in letters big ..

and in letters small...

 `Looking for a good time? 

Then you've got to call'
~j

hammered & screwed

 Feeling deconstructed. 

Thinking about getting hammered
 or screwed.

Now I just need to find
 the proper stud, 

to hang myself on. 

[simply a carpentry joke - grow up the lot of you]

~j

:life:

There's just too many words

 on what love is about

So here's a courtesy 

'fuck you'

 to balance it out.

~j~

.

Human beings are funny. 

They long to be with the person they love

 but refuse to admit openly. 

Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection 

because of fear.

 Fear that their feelings may not be recognized,

or even worse, returned. 

But the one thing about human beings

that puzzles me the most,

 is their conscious effort 

to be connected with the object of their affection

 even if it kills them

 slowly 
within.

j

~burn~

:Secret:

 If I feel I'm getting too fond of a man,

I hang him out to dry.  

Wring him out hard,

put him up wet, 

and leave before he questions why.

 Out to my yard, 

up on the line,

.... this way I can't get hurt. 

And with you, starting to become my favorite shirt,...

Im going to have to burn this place right down to the dirt.

~j~

.Simply Stated.

This

 makes the word 

'fuck'

 look pretty  

You

 make the word 

'fuck'

 look good

~j

Not Twisted

It's art. 

It's expression.

It's beautiful. 

It's creative.

It's Imaginative.

It fills the senses,

and it has a place here.

It is not vulgar or obscene.

 Some of us are adults
 who can understand and view

 sexually implicit (not explicit)
 images for what they are. 

It is a wonderful part of life
 that inspires a lot of us

 There is a reason it is so strongly represented 
in art, paintings, sculptures, drama,
 film, literature, culture, photography, and music.

  Don't hate. 

Create.

 Love.

 Appreciate. 

Understand. 

Enjoy. 

Share.

And supervise/educate your children.

~j~

fade

your color

no longer vivid

your illumination

no longer bright

your sound

non-existent

but it seems

I am fated

with the fade

of you

I have searched for what feeds you

to starve it

I have prayed for the strength

to drown it

~j~