The boy

 who will get my love,

will quit 
trying

to catch 
this heart

that I dangle

and drag.

He won’t
just 
kind of

reach for it,

bend to it,

seek for it.
Nope,
he’ll just know how to

tend to it.

He’ll simply notice it such,
covered in smudge,
being drug through the grass,
protected by ‘sass’
He won’t be timid,
won’t need gimmicks,
He'll just stomp it hard

with the heel

of his shoe

and It’ll
 knock
 me
flat

And well,
that’ll be that!

~j~

Weekends

dark dance floor, 

... and well, i’ll be damned..

i like where you have the nerve to slide your hand

i hear what your suggesting

and i feel your body expressing

all your ideas,  and dirty visions

and honestly,  i respect your ambitions

but those ideas of yours,  well,  i have all the best

and i don’t mean to be harsh, but you smell like all the rest

i’m sure you look grand, all hot and undressed

but it takes so much more for me to even be impressed

i mean, i don’t even know your name

so, on this dance floor, is where this moment will remain

because really, i hate this game

it just reeks of pure shame

and anonymous sex for me, is quite lame

see, i don’t think this takes much effort

and honestly, i’m worth so much better
for me, i need at least ‘knowing’, hell, even some ‘basic info'

oh, you like random sex? then kindly move on to the next bimbo

see, i have to be intrigued, fascinated, interested, and stimulated

 then all sexual possibilities are completely unlimited  

you see theres this darker child, she lives within

she’s been through a lot of shit in her life 

 {where would i begin?}

she’s gotta trust you

maybe even 'look up to’

she’s gotta know one hand 

is gentle, pure, and good

and the other hand has the confident strength,

 to show her why she should

and that’s the hand she likes best

that’s the hand, that will surely get her undressed

and beware, 

if your someone who can tap into her ’sexual-sense'

she’ll definitely open up

 and she can be pretty fucking intense 

but you?  i don’t mean to laugh at your expense

it’s not really you,  it’s me,  so don’t take offence

the stimulation i need,

 requires layers, depth, and serious passion

and someone who i trust will be able to handle

 all this sexual aggression 

for i have a need to be ‘j’ ..and not get lost in translation

but hey, watch that other hand,

 because that’s not an ‘ok location'

 truth be told,  i don’t mind all this flirtation

but flirt all you want,  there will still be no penetration 

as long as you know,  you don't intrigue me deeper

and this night for you, just keeps looking bleaker.

~j~

You, me
and my
lingerie.

What say we
get together
and make it
a day?

Play your
cards right,
we might make it
a night.

Then you’ll truly know
I’m not bark,
I’m all bite.

~j~

You’re going to
wake up one morning
and discover
that I’ve become
just another
red lipstick stain
on your
white cotton sheets.

You’re going to
go to bed one evening
and discover
that you’ve become
just another
one of those boys
who wasn’t
good enough for me.

~j

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~

kind of girl

I'm the kind of girl

you can take home

to mother.

Like dirty porno mags

in a plain brown wrapper.

She'd never suspect

a thing.

.

~j~

The Art of A Kiss

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss?

 I mean pure psychedelic inebriation

 Not just lustful petting

 but transcendental metamorphosis

 When you became aware that the greatness of this being

 was breathing deep into you

 beyond feeling the sides and corners of your mouth,

tasting you 
down to your soul

 like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes

 filled with the essence of your passionate being

 and then opened by the same mouth

 and delivered back to you,

 over 
and over again 

Damn, I Love the art of Kissing

~j

I need the kind of boy

who won’t think twice

when I ask him to make

crop circles with me

on our very first date.

.j.

 Each and every
burst of hope
is like a bubble
set to float
with no set place
to stop and rest,
it simply pops,
for maybe
that is best.

[hope floats

only until it dies.

Good thing
 words are forever,

as are
 love’s sweet lies]

.j.

The cold moon shakes
its weary head,
waves stars away
with icy hand,
peers sullen at
the world below,
cares not for love
nor any man.
Refusing pleasure
of its glow,
pulls onyx blanket
snug and tight,
then listens as
her tears do flow,
then rests again
‘midst dead of night

.j.

They’re just like you.

They share your goals.

They hear your dreams.

They play their roles.

They’ll be your best friends

until you get what 

they need,

then they’ll rip off your head

and just leave you

 to

bleed.

~j~

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