what if i was persistent
fuck persistent,
 insistent 
would you still be resistant 

because this need for you
has become like my sickness
so i say we do it
then worry later about forgiveness 

p.s. fuck forgiveness, i could care less
im not exactly sinless

~j~

:::

I’d like to
press my
palms
flat
to the skin
of your
chest
just to feel
your heart
skip
as I licked
[soft]
your
neck

:::
~j~

five hundred and eighteen

unable to post

keep them stuffed in my closet,

like some god damn ghost

no idea, really, what is worse

to afraid to live out loud,

or your label of ‘shame' and ‘perverse'

some say its a talent

'so poised in your verse'

screw that, oversexed is my true curse

so rather then live out loud

i’ll stay behind these closed doors

take all that is truly me, right down to my core

tuck that shit away, in tight little drawers

to avoid your damnation, and outburst of wars

until the day that i just can’t anymore

so consider yourself warned,
it’s getting harder to ignore

because i can feel it,

trying like hell to seep out my pores

 ~j~

 I want to 
strip you bare 
of reservation.

 Puddle that dinner jacket of doubt

 in the corner

 along with my
 'come fuck me' shoes.

 Rip open the fabric of adventure, 

lay loose
 stitch
 after stitch. 

Pop the buttons from illusion

 and zip reality 
up tight.

 Check the inseam of
 erotic 

to get a good,
 measured fit.

 Try on sin in every color, 

from chartreuse to black. 

and accessorize each other 
with decadent 

chains 

of 

touch. 

~j~

Bewitching black art

should win your heart.

Incantation and spells

could do me well.

Alchemy and tricks

might make this quick.

Prophecy and rune

could bring you soon.

Allurement and charm

should cause no harm.

llusion and smoke

could love provoke.

Conjuring power

might shorten the hour.

Divination taboo

would take me to you

but I fear we’re all out of tricks 

and the potions are all gone

now,

if I could just get my heart to move on.

.j.

I’m thinking of

putting up

all of the

bug killer

tomorrow.

That’s the

only reason

I can think of

as to why my

fairy godmother

hasn’t shown yet.

~j~

I’ve turned my back
on many a boy
in my handful
of years
on this earth.

No backwards glance,
only eyes askance,
and It continues
until I can find
just one
of some worth.

.j.

‘You are all

my thoughts’,
you whisper,
as you turn,
walk through
that final door.

I watch you go.
I sketch a heart.
Wish, I could of been 
all your thoughts
but also
 so much more.

.j.

Your uttered verbs

do unspeakable things 

to the adjective

in front of my noun.

Damn.

You’re like being hit with a word roofie.

~j~

A moment like this,

a memory as such,

that electric friction

of a lover’s touch,

why, 
it’s almost

worth selling

your
 soul
 for.

~j~

His Hands

 It's more then just your skin, your bodies heat,

  or the strength of your grip

  oh no,…thats but nearly the tip

this is the exact moment I can feel myself slip,

feel my heart skip,

my consciousness take a trip,

lose all my jurisdiction, 

start to lose my shit

if you must know,

it's exactly how to touch me within

it's not about ..'who has who pinned'

or the share of our sins.

oh no, 

this stuff,

 makes my heart grin

it's the surest way to deprive me of oxygen, 

and cut off the flow 

to my grip on reality

I simply lose all control.

It's the quickest way to melt me,

right down to my soul

it's my poison, my kryptonite

so while in the heat of us, don't reach for mine, 

and grasp on, like your clenching to life 

for I'll surely surrender my heart, 

there won't even be a fight.

 ~j~