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and heroin withdrawn.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~