Submissions by J_J_Jay_Jr (John James Jay Jr.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have a fondness for narrative verse --narrative poets such as Chaucer, Coleridge, Longfellow, Tennyson, Burns, Noyes, Lear, Nash, Carroll, D'Arcy, Kipling, Moore, and Service. The stories they tell are good and made better by the poetic form they use.
liking that
I saw you looking --at my crotch.
You asked why I was looking at your bust.
I stared at your ass.
You stared at my abs.
You asked, "See something you like?"
I answered, "Everything I see, I like, and, I suspect, I will like that which I can't see, even better."
"'You WILL like what you can't see.' Just like that?"
"Just like that."
You had your blouse tied high below your bust, navel showing below.
I liked that.
My pants worn low, tight abs showing above.
You liked that.
Shoes with no...
You asked why I was looking at your bust.
I stared at your ass.
You stared at my abs.
You asked, "See something you like?"
I answered, "Everything I see, I like, and, I suspect, I will like that which I can't see, even better."
"'You WILL like what you can't see.' Just like that?"
"Just like that."
You had your blouse tied high below your bust, navel showing below.
I liked that.
My pants worn low, tight abs showing above.
You liked that.
Shoes with no...
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coffee in a paper cup
another week later
Feeling confident, carried the paper to the door.
Door opened, stepped inside.
"No time, no time."
Robe hit the floor,
bending over the edge of the table.
"Drop those drawers!"
As fast as I could.
"I'm wet and ready."
"Spread my lips, wide enough to allow you in."
"Force it in, hard and fast."
"Push it in, as deep as you can."
"Shove it in, stuff it in, grind it in, fill me up."
"Thrust it in, make me moan,"
"Drive it in, make me cry."
"Cram it in,...
Feeling confident, carried the paper to the door.
Door opened, stepped inside.
"No time, no time."
Robe hit the floor,
bending over the edge of the table.
"Drop those drawers!"
As fast as I could.
"I'm wet and ready."
"Spread my lips, wide enough to allow you in."
"Force it in, hard and fast."
"Push it in, as deep as you can."
"Shove it in, stuff it in, grind it in, fill me up."
"Thrust it in, make me moan,"
"Drive it in, make me cry."
"Cram it in,...
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Coffee cold
a week later
Paper on the curb,
take it to the door?
Door opens,
cup of steaming coffee appears.
Walk to the door,
opens wider,
step inside,
trade paper for coffee.
Door closes,
sip coffee,
hot,
good.
"Put your cup on the table, finish it later."
Jacket on chair.
"Let me help you with your shoes."
Socks follow shoes.
Henley over head,
traps arms,
rises on toes,
mouth finds mouth.
Wrists bound by henley,
down over her head,
around...
Paper on the curb,
take it to the door?
Door opens,
cup of steaming coffee appears.
Walk to the door,
opens wider,
step inside,
trade paper for coffee.
Door closes,
sip coffee,
hot,
good.
"Put your cup on the table, finish it later."
Jacket on chair.
"Let me help you with your shoes."
Socks follow shoes.
Henley over head,
traps arms,
rises on toes,
mouth finds mouth.
Wrists bound by henley,
down over her head,
around...
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instead of coffee
stepped into the room, she closed the door behind me
turned to her, she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down to her's
pushed my tongue deeply into her mouth, she unzipped my jacket
shrugged my arms out of my jacket sleeves, she unbuttoned my shirt
pulled my arms out of my shirt sleeves, she pushed my t-shirt off over my head
clasped her waist with my hands, she unfastened my belt
moved my hands up to her breasts, she unzipped my jeans, they fell to the floor
caressed, pinched her nipples, she...
turned to her, she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth down to her's
pushed my tongue deeply into her mouth, she unzipped my jacket
shrugged my arms out of my jacket sleeves, she unbuttoned my shirt
pulled my arms out of my shirt sleeves, she pushed my t-shirt off over my head
clasped her waist with my hands, she unfastened my belt
moved my hands up to her breasts, she unzipped my jeans, they fell to the floor
caressed, pinched her nipples, she...
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out for a walk
She called from behind her screen door, "Would you bring me the paper on the walk there?"
"This? Yes. Here. Have a nice day."
As she pushed the door open, "I want to thank you."
"You just did."
"How?"
"Your robe is open all the way down with nothing beneath."
"Oh! Sorry."
"I'm not. You're a beautifully, sexy woman. Thank you for the 'Thank you'."
"Thank you again," as her robe slipped to the floor and she turned completely around.
"Beautiful, sexy, and desirable." ...
"This? Yes. Here. Have a nice day."
As she pushed the door open, "I want to thank you."
"You just did."
"How?"
"Your robe is open all the way down with nothing beneath."
"Oh! Sorry."
"I'm not. You're a beautifully, sexy woman. Thank you for the 'Thank you'."
"Thank you again," as her robe slipped to the floor and she turned completely around.
"Beautiful, sexy, and desirable." ...
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Saw you walking
Saw you walking in the mall.
Short skirt, high heels, walking tall.
Wiggly butt, bouncy bust, quite the doll.
Styled up hair, perfect lips, the power to enthrall.
Strutting walk, sideways look, did you see me at all?
On your way to dine and dance.
Did you, maybe, glimpse me askance?
My love (and lust) for you, unnoticed, perchance?
You gave me not even a glance.
Is it true, I never had a chance?
I remember when first we met.
I'll...
Short skirt, high heels, walking tall.
Wiggly butt, bouncy bust, quite the doll.
Styled up hair, perfect lips, the power to enthrall.
Strutting walk, sideways look, did you see me at all?
On your way to dine and dance.
Did you, maybe, glimpse me askance?
My love (and lust) for you, unnoticed, perchance?
You gave me not even a glance.
Is it true, I never had a chance?
I remember when first we met.
I'll...
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lust
Lust
seven deadly sins
lust is mine
because of you
in the morning
at dawn
in the first light
silhouetted against the window
left leg slightly bent
hands gripping the curtains, about to open them
the sun rises between your legs
at breakfast
short robe, loosely tied
front hangs nearly open
off one shoulder
tan skin shows
legs up to there
glimpse of breast as coffee is poured
at noon
straight light brown hair down
tied around your forehead with a narrow ribbon
shirt tail...
seven deadly sins
lust is mine
because of you
in the morning
at dawn
in the first light
silhouetted against the window
left leg slightly bent
hands gripping the curtains, about to open them
the sun rises between your legs
at breakfast
short robe, loosely tied
front hangs nearly open
off one shoulder
tan skin shows
legs up to there
glimpse of breast as coffee is poured
at noon
straight light brown hair down
tied around your forehead with a narrow ribbon
shirt tail...
#lust
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in the darkness -- in the light
in the darkness in the light
i want to i need to
feel you see you
your smile your grin
your voice your laugh
your eyes your wink
i want to i need to
bind you hug you
release you cuddle you
amaze you overwhelm you
i need to i...
i want to i need to
feel you see you
your smile your grin
your voice your laugh
your eyes your wink
i want to i need to
bind you hug you
release you cuddle you
amaze you overwhelm you
i need to i...
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morning wood
she sleeps face down,
face towards me
I wake on my side,
facing her
across from our bed, curtain back,
dawn sunlight,
highlights and shadows,
sculpturing the curve of her neck, shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, and legs
she smiles,
her eyes seeing morning wood
she winks, slides her pillow under her hips
my hand caresses up her arm,
across her shoulders,
down her back,
between her cheeks,
parting her labia,
petting her clitorus
my lips on her neck,
my chest slides across her...
face towards me
I wake on my side,
facing her
across from our bed, curtain back,
dawn sunlight,
highlights and shadows,
sculpturing the curve of her neck, shoulders, back, buttocks, thighs, and legs
she smiles,
her eyes seeing morning wood
she winks, slides her pillow under her hips
my hand caresses up her arm,
across her shoulders,
down her back,
between her cheeks,
parting her labia,
petting her clitorus
my lips on her neck,
my chest slides across her...
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together, alone
together,
alone
last night,
together
one
our mouths
our tongues
our breasts
our nipples
our stomachs
our navels
our legs
our thighs
our pelvises
our groins
our genitals
our passion
our bodies
our hearts
our souls
together
one
this morning
alone
two
alone
last night,
together
one
our mouths
our tongues
our breasts
our nipples
our stomachs
our navels
our legs
our thighs
our pelvises
our groins
our genitals
our passion
our bodies
our hearts
our souls
together
one
this morning
alone
two
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eyes see, lips smile
eyes see
lips smile
eye winks
smile widens
feet walk
words heard
hands touch
lips part
mouths kiss
tongues meet
arms embrace
hands seek
buttons unbuttoned
snaps unsnapped
zippers unzipped
hooks unhooked
shoes untied
socks off
pants down
wetness felt
bikini discarded
lips parted
button fondled
boxers bulged
shorts shed
shaft stroked
testes squeezed
arms enfold
bodies caress
nipples meet
mouths lock
ass gripped ...
lips smile
eye winks
smile widens
feet walk
words heard
hands touch
lips part
mouths kiss
tongues meet
arms embrace
hands seek
buttons unbuttoned
snaps unsnapped
zippers unzipped
hooks unhooked
shoes untied
socks off
pants down
wetness felt
bikini discarded
lips parted
button fondled
boxers bulged
shorts shed
shaft stroked
testes squeezed
arms enfold
bodies caress
nipples meet
mouths lock
ass gripped ...
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First time
I was 15
it was my first "big" summer party.
I was alone, sanding by the wall.
You, older, 20?
You, strawberry blond hair,
tanned legs, and a not so shy smile.
From across the room,
you walked up to me and said,
"Follow me."
I did.
Behind the closed door, you undid one button after another,
pushed my shirt off my shoulders;
it hung down from the waist of my jeans.
You said,
"Unbutton me." ...
it was my first "big" summer party.
I was alone, sanding by the wall.
You, older, 20?
You, strawberry blond hair,
tanned legs, and a not so shy smile.
From across the room,
you walked up to me and said,
"Follow me."
I did.
Behind the closed door, you undid one button after another,
pushed my shirt off my shoulders;
it hung down from the waist of my jeans.
You said,
"Unbutton me." ...
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