missing:

Ever feel like

your missing

a piece

of your life?

Maybe I

set it out

with that stuff

for the garage sale?

yeah,

I'll be

wicked pissed
if that

old lady

down the block

got it.

.

~j~

split thighs

rough face

soft tongue

steady pace

sleek hair

between fingers

strong wrists

mouth lingers

lips part

silent quake

hands brush

knees shake

breath races

gasps plead

toes curl

hips lead

back arches

grasped waist

now,

 tell me
just how good I taste

.j.

Ecstasy,

this trance like state,

My body, 

covered in your weight.

Your ass, 

in my firm grip.

The thrusting, 

of your hips.

On you, Boy,

I am transfixed. 

As our bodies,

intermix.

I clench,

 and contract,

and my body

reacts.

I simply can’t fight it.

My sensations all heightened.

This climax,

almost to it’s peak.

And my body, 

wants to flee.

My need,

is to scream.

My breath,

now gasping.

Our bodies,

still crashing.

And then, 

release.

All those endorphins

unleashed.

And its complete 

Nirvana

Fuck,

 let’s do it again

Just say you wanna'

~j~

Fuck Fairytales

Translucent puissant,
how ironic are you,

with your pale,
powdered face
and your
mainline to fate

You’re just a cheap,
whoreish hooker 

in a 

crinoline shift
with pockets stuffed full
of love
and various other 

whack
 shit.

.j.

these words
are my own
sinful pleasures

im not here
to impress others

so you internet admirers

so cheap to acquire

yes,
 my words are erotic

the images alone, 
hypnotic
my writings, these words,
they're my own narcotic

so back the fuck up 
with your cheap
 admiration

your attempts to reach me
make you seem
down
right
psychotic

~j~

For those

who keep asking;

I am a girl.

A real girl.

As real as

the air

you breathe

and as honest

as the words

I leave.

I am not a figment

of imagination.

Just a conundrum

with no explanation.

But,

I am a girl.

Yes,
 A real girl.

.j.

warm water, bodies sliding

water splashing, steadily riding

taking you in, your strong hands guiding

no stopping, body temperatures rising

an intense grip,
 your hands on my hips

pushing past the tightness,

fuck politeness

just give me every last drop of you

it’s what i desire, 
you know i do

~j~

You don’t really know me.

These words that I share

are all that you see

but you wade in, debate ‘em,

analyze and rape them.

You think that I’m troubled.

[I'm not]

You think that I want you.

[that's hot]

Convinced that I love you?

[as if]

You’re just judging

my canvas short-shrift.

~j~

Love,

a huge facade

of empty rooms

and faded paint,

a concrete tomb.

Love,

windows barred

on lower floor,

you rise one story,

then one more.

Love,

squatter’s palace

full of pain,

you reach a room,

it bears your name.

Love,

you sit alone

as more move in,

unpack your case,

let hurt begin.

~j~

Secret:

The only thing I am sure of,
in this life of mine,
is that I might be incapable
of ever truly trusting love.

I’m probably Amouraphobic.

.j.

beautiful creature

what is it you bring

soft furry pleasure

or a poisonous sting

you work your magic

you weave your web

you may be my most beautiful

sinful satisfaction

or you may 

just leave me 

for

 d e a d

.j.

I know I’m messed up

and that’s okay.

Doesn’t matter too much

what the world has to say.

I’m odd.

I get it.

I’m intense,
 oversexed

and weirdly unique

and I don’t hold back 

on the words that I speak.

So if you’re looking for boring,

I’m not the girl for you

but if you’re needing some reckless,

then I’ll know just what to do.

~j~

fantasy

 I want you to know

 when I think of you

the clothes slip off

 [inhibitions, too] 

and my dirty mind

 takes a dirty trip

 making dirty stops 

with imagined lips

 as I dream of your smell

 and the salt of your skin

 and the moment when

 I'd get to take you in 

As my fingers of thought

 feel your body drenched with sweat

 This fantasy of you

 leaves my brain soaking wet

~j

you'd ruin me, 

wickedly 

i’d let you do it,

willingly

i’d not flee,

skittishly 

you’d stir me,

forbiddingly

i’d enjoy you,

deliciously 
i’d bend to you,
submissively

you’d please me,

thrillingly 
i’d beg you,
profusely

i’d take all of you,

permissively 

you’d satisfy me,

instinctively 
i’d want it again,
repeatedly

you’d haunt me,

chillingly 

~j~

come treat my curves

like delectable hors d’oeuvres  

devouring me as such

with no need to rush

let your sweet tongue slide

let your fingers glide

and i assure you,
 my body will oblige

i, in turn, 
want a taste of your flesh

want to feel your warm breath

want to know you, know best

how your body feels when tense

in the build up of suspense

your release, and surrender

to be soaked
 in your splendor

~j~

i want to be taken

with no choice for the making

with a fervor that can’t be contained,

an intensity that can’t be restrained 

just take without asking

no soft touches, just grabbing

no soft bated breath, just gasping

like you simply can’t wait

until we’ve reached that 

labored breathing state

~j~

its the taste of a man

his sweet and his salt

his hard and his soft

that drives me insane

in order to appreciate his quality 

you’ve got to know his flavor

i mean, really get in and savor

all that makes him unique

his refined taste along my tongue

is like complete intoxication

i lose all concentration

and my appetite becomes ablaze 

maybe i have a sophisticated palate

of flesh, sweat, 
heat and skin

or maybe just a 

keen taste for 

sin.

~j~

    

Give to me your stubbled cheek

pressed into my sheet 

as I straddle your back,

 perched brave on bare knees,

 so my tongue may delight 

in the curve of your spine

 and we can entangle our sins 

and I can 
fuck 
you 
as mine.

~j

I think it’s time
to drop the flirty
and just admit
we’re feeling dirty.

Whipped cream,
satin sheets,
whispered words
both hot and sweet.

Softly tell me
what you need,
I’ll give it up,
I’ll make you bleed.

Use magic words,
electric touch,
’til every breath
becomes too much.

Take all you have,
give all I’ve got.
I say we do it, boy,
we’d make sex hot.

.j.

I'd like...

I'd like

to get you,

one night,

all alone,

bring emotional

baggage,

make your body

my home,

unpack my

affection,

move my love

right in,

hang up

my clothes

and paint your walls

..with sin.

.

~j~

It’s the dark part of you 
that reels me in
hook, 
line 
and sinker 
I want to feel 
all of your sin
And I’d gladly drown
in the depths 
of your endless delight
if you’d promise 
that I might survive 
just one night.
~j~

I need it.

I mean it.

Release.

While my heart seeks peace.

Someone,

take me.

Half on the bed,

half on the floor,

I want it.

I need it.

[i'm willing

to be that whore]

~j

If you really want to

fuck with her mind,

just do it.

Let’s get to it.

Call her up.

Take her out.

Try to make her

less devout.

Strip off her dress

and then get into her skin.

Peel down silk stockings

and teach her of sin.

She’s more than ready

and she’s wet

let’s see how far

that you can get.

Just do it.

Fuck,

Let’s get to it.

~j~

i want to be in bed with you..

to kiss soft your lips
to slide against your hips
to hear close your whispers
to feel soft your fingers
to fill full my skin with shivers
to taste of your tongue
til i come completely undone
to beg you with all my ‘pleases’
to make you feel how much your needed
to hear close your moans
to feel you make my body your home
to capture you in the grip of my legs
to gasp.. and to beg..

to exhale with a quiet ‘yess’
as my body does express
how bad
.. i want to be in bed with you.

.j.