Same ‘ol song,
worn and busted,
same ‘ol dance,
tap shoes rusted,
same ‘ol you,
[no complaints]
same ‘ol me,
[no restraint]

~j

Love’s not a game,
love’s never a sport,
it’s not clever rejoinders
and witty retorts,
it’s not bouncing a heart,
Hopscotching a soul,
or seeing how far
someone’s faith might roll.
It’s not setting up hearts
for Hide and Seek
nor pocketing marbles
at the slightest critique,
it’s Double Dutch
while holding hands,
it’s an honest ' I love you '
with a solid man.
.j.

Go ahead.

Sink your teeth
into love.

After all,
if you’re
bound and
determined
to bleed
to death,
you might
as well
be getting
laid
in the
process.

~j

There’s no luck to
be found
in a four leaf clover;
it’s discovered
in life
when you learn how
to start over.

.j.

simple thoughts,

simple needs,

simple wishes,

simple dreams

yet,

i’m simply bursting

at the seams

~j~

I got drunk on you tonight. 

Too scared to shoot it up and do it right, 

I just drank you in, swallowed you whole, 

watched clear vision slip while I slipped out of control. 

And you wasted me with unwasted charm,

 rushed into the system and made the blood warm;

 my head started to spin while you crept in 

to the deepest dark of my darkest heart. 

I then threw you up with hours to spend; 

didn't know where I ended and where you began.

 You'd think I'd learn a lesson, and set myself free, 

but you taste so good, boy, that I crave you in me.

~j

beautiful girl

I may not be

the most beautiful girl

that you've ever known.

I know I am flawed

and far from perfect,

but if you would

just allow me

to perch on your counter

one morning while you poured your

first cup of coffee,

I know you would see me

in
 a
 different
 light.

.j.

In an effort to help out humanity, 
here’s a free medical tip for the day:

You can pick and scratch at it all week long,
but that love shit never does go away easily.

~j

‘That’s more than a dress.
That’s an Audrey Hepburn movie’

Didn’t we all once
want a Jerry Maguire
of our very own?

‘You had me at hello’

And look at what
a lunatic he
turned out to be.

‘You complete me’

So that’s it, then.
There will be no prince
and no white horse;
only the shit they
both leave behind.

~j





orig post - 12-25-2014

I wish
[like you]
I pray
[i do]
I cry
[when sad]
I hope
[hope’s bad]
I dream
[of peace]
I need
[release]
I try
[don’t tell]
I cope
[not well]




~j

Love:

A little bit
like
a hangman’s
rope.

Cuts off
your air
and lets you
swing
on a branch
called

 hope.

~j~

I'm more black leather

 Overt sexuality
 is like the black leather of life.

 A foul-mouthed provocateur

 amidst a constant tide of cotton, 
plaid and gabardine.

 Polyester screams her displeasure
 with uptight regard.

 "Cheap! Tawdry!"
..even ..
"Whorish!"

 But we, in our leather,

 can't be bothered to change 

lest the fabric of life 
become boorish.
~j~

You say you love,

but you don’t.

One sniff 

and I could tell,

Your just like all the rest.

You need.

You want.

You’re nothing

but a cheapened

celebutante

with your

look at me now

and your

come hither eyes,

Knowing how to

tip all those skirts

much like all the other guys.

That’s well enough,

you’re clearly

eager 

to 

‘please'.

I can tell,

you’ve no strength of heart

and your in luck

 I’m no longer fighting off boys.

but

 Shh,.. 

I don’t give a shit about your words,

I’m only interested in your

great 

strength

of 

‘knees.'

.j.

I'm fresh out of inspiration,

yet still queen of masturbation.

with a wicked, and insane imagination,

but with lack of a muse, 

I have no rhyming words for narration.

No pretty pictures speak to me, 
to express dramatization.  

Yet, I’m still full of 
sexual frustration.

Lacking arousal, satisfaction. 

And desperately in need of
 complete
 fucking 
domination.

So, I’ll self medicate. 
(intoxication)

It offers  mild distraction. 

Sure, there’s a chemical reaction,

[aphrodisiac, sexual stimulation]

But no worries, 
my body has an immune reaction, 

to douche-bags, 
and their desperate actions.

~j~

I’ve decided that I’m not interested
in anything that Heaven has to offer.

Cherubic creatures aloft
on glittering wings?

Pass.

God?
Listen up.
Better looking angels.
That’s what you really need.
Club boys, perhaps.
Tattooed.
Hooked up in Levi’s
and heroin withdrawn.

Then, those Pearly Gates
would be
 bangin’

~j~

To really explore a man
divine with mouth
and not with hand
  this is what 
it's all 
about

Kiss him soft, upon his lips
while sliding fingers light
 along his hips
stroke it soft
 along his neck
for his scent alone, 
..euphoric

feel his bodies heat, 
taste his salty sweat
just this,
 can make me so wet

and a must, 
a gentle bite
but just enough 
to entice

glide along his jaw so strong
pin his hands, make him play along

make sure to stop on his lips, 
so divine
stay awhile, but let him know,
your out to dine
all night long,
 on your favorite dish

& his bodies climax,
your only wish

in your eyes he will see your desire
 his body, his taste, 
how it sets you on fire
 into his ears, 
speak your true sins
get down right dirty, 
have no fear of these things

 keep your mouth moving 
as bodies collide
quietly assuring him, 
you won't be denied

his body will hint
to what he craves
and you will know

reply to it
just make it so

~j~

 It's rare, but it happened,

 I slipped, fell weak, 

opened my mouth, 

and started to speak, 

and did that thing that girls tend to do; 

I spilled out my desires, I dumped it on you,

 and I recognized that,

 once said moment had passed,

 I'd done nothing productive, 

I just looked like an ass.
~j~

Just one night.

The impression
of you on my
bed sheets.

The aggression
of you on my
skin.

The possession
of you on my
soft lips.

The confession
of you as my
sin.

Just one night.

.j.

Favorite Place

My favorite place,

Is no place at all

it's a near inaudible whisper

a guttural groan

a silent kiss

your caressing finger tips

your parted lips

your beautiful face

This is not a place

It is something ethereal

And can not be named

It is something surreal

Transcends physical touch

And worldly appeal

and it brings

 me 

to 

my

fucking 

knees

.j.

I want you to know that,

in this place

I still see you naked,

your lips near my face.

Beneath far too many layers

I see the layers of you,

remembering all that your

beautiful body can do.

Now, whenever your hand hits my hair,

I go back to that night

soft, quiet whispers, 

everything feeling so right.

It’s not just my body,

you’ve put a spell on my entire being.

Of you, boy, I’m not letting go.

You, I intend on keeping.

~j~

How Women Work

Hey, it's me. ...Listen,

I'm sorry.

For everything I said and,... more so, for everything I didn't say.

I'm trying to trust you, it's just that...

[click]

Hey, me again. Shocker. Your phone cut me off.

Okay, where was I?.. Right. I'm sorry.

Wait, what if you didn't get that first message at all?

Now I just sound stupid.

Okay, okay. I found your spare keys and I thought you might...

[click]

Fuck. ..Oh, hey. ..Um, found your keys.

They were in that box of old albums I didn't know if you wanted.

I figured you'd want them back, ..the keys I mean,....

so, if you want, just give me a call and...

[click]

Hey. Apparently your phone knows something I don't know.

I've got your fucking keys.

Call me if you need them.

Better yet, FUCK OFF [CLICK!]

.j.

This wonderful weakness,

like bones cast in cheap glue,
laggard and drowsy,
a strange, witch’s brew
of desire and longing,
a need so profound,
blood rushing, I’m hanging
when you come around;
this scramble of nerves,
like eggs hot in a pan,
scream I want you,
I need you.
Come, now.
Be my man.

~j~

its in your eyes,

what triggers all those butterflies

its in your grin,

what ignites the warmth of my skin

its in your touch,

and thats simply the end

for in that moment, 

my heart does descend,

my body will bend,

my knees go weak,

and my tongue 

simply

can’t 

speak.

~j~