Submissions by J_J_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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 6:06pm
28th Jan 2014 6:06pm
Alleration on the letter D
Dapper David
Desired,
Dating,
Darling Debbie.
Delightful Debbie,
Dreamed,
Dancing,
Dashing David.
Daring David,
Declared,
Deeply,
Desiring Debbie,
Dirtily.
Divine Debbie,
Dallied,
Dithered,
Dittoed David’s,
Desires,
Delectably.
David,
Discerning,
Debbie’s,
Darkish decadent designs,
Dabbled,
Delved dangerously.
Debbie,
Deeply, deliciously,...
Desired,
Dating,
Darling Debbie.
Delightful Debbie,
Dreamed,
Dancing,
Dashing David.
Daring David,
Declared,
Deeply,
Desiring Debbie,
Dirtily.
Divine Debbie,
Dallied,
Dithered,
Dittoed David’s,
Desires,
Delectably.
David,
Discerning,
Debbie’s,
Darkish decadent designs,
Dabbled,
Delved dangerously.
Debbie,
Deeply, deliciously,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Jan 2014 7:37pm
24th Jan 2014 7:37pm
Saturday morning
After getting out of the shower,
I walked back to our bedroom to get dressed,
As I entered the room,
Her warm right hand reached for,
And grabbed my flaccid cock.
She softly ran her left hand,
Up my arm,
My neck,
Across my check,
A finger in my mouth,
And traced that wet finger,
Down across my chest,
Down my stomach,
Past my navel,
Finally joining her other hand,
Caressing my shaft and balls.
Her fingers wrapped around my now,
Not quite some flaccid cock,
Slowly she caressed it as it continued to stiffen....
I walked back to our bedroom to get dressed,
As I entered the room,
Her warm right hand reached for,
And grabbed my flaccid cock.
She softly ran her left hand,
Up my arm,
My neck,
Across my check,
A finger in my mouth,
And traced that wet finger,
Down across my chest,
Down my stomach,
Past my navel,
Finally joining her other hand,
Caressing my shaft and balls.
Her fingers wrapped around my now,
Not quite some flaccid cock,
Slowly she caressed it as it continued to stiffen....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2014 10:05pm
23rd Jan 2014 10:05pm
She ask me, so I answered
She ask me, so I answered
“What the fuck are you looking at?”
Looking up at her —in the eye,
Moving my eyes, down,
Thoroughly checking her out with my eyes,
From boy cut short mousy brown hair,
Past pouty, cracked lips,
Noticing her necklace with the broken Jewish icon,
Between her top button, unbuttoned blouse,
Pausing at each nipple of her nearly flat breasts,
Peering inside her blouse where the button was missing at her naval,
Seeing the shirt (blouse) tail tucked in on one side and out on the other,
Past the red drapery cord used...
“What the fuck are you looking at?”
Looking up at her —in the eye,
Moving my eyes, down,
Thoroughly checking her out with my eyes,
From boy cut short mousy brown hair,
Past pouty, cracked lips,
Noticing her necklace with the broken Jewish icon,
Between her top button, unbuttoned blouse,
Pausing at each nipple of her nearly flat breasts,
Peering inside her blouse where the button was missing at her naval,
Seeing the shirt (blouse) tail tucked in on one side and out on the other,
Past the red drapery cord used...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 10:37pm
22nd Jan 2014 10:37pm
At a table in the food court
At a table in the food court.
Sipping coffee.
Writing one of “these” on my iPad.
A shadow crossed its screen.
My head still down,
I glanced up over the top rim of my glasses,
Cleavage,
Framed in pink,
Boosted by arms folded under her breasts,
Leaning on the table,
Areola peeking at me,
Nipples almost escaping.
Removed my glasses,
My eyes traveled up,
Angel face,
With freckles,
Framed with,
Gorgeous,
Glorious,
Red,
Hair.
Heard,
“I didn’t think you would,
Recognize my face,
But my...
Sipping coffee.
Writing one of “these” on my iPad.
A shadow crossed its screen.
My head still down,
I glanced up over the top rim of my glasses,
Cleavage,
Framed in pink,
Boosted by arms folded under her breasts,
Leaning on the table,
Areola peeking at me,
Nipples almost escaping.
Removed my glasses,
My eyes traveled up,
Angel face,
With freckles,
Framed with,
Gorgeous,
Glorious,
Red,
Hair.
Heard,
“I didn’t think you would,
Recognize my face,
But my...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2014 10:46pm
21st Jan 2014 10:46pm
Sweater and Tights
Sweater and Tights
That’s why I like winter.
Girls in sweaters and tights.
Nothing shows a girl’s figure as well,
As a snugly sweater,
And form fitting tights.
So, when I saw you in,
Your pink sweeter,
Not too tight,
Loose enough to show,
A little bounce.
Enough bounce to show,
No bra,
And rubbing enough,
Against your nipples,
For them to stand out,
For all,
(Actually, I don’t care about ‘all’),
I care that they stood out for me,
To see.
Scooped front,
Showing enough cleavage,...
That’s why I like winter.
Girls in sweaters and tights.
Nothing shows a girl’s figure as well,
As a snugly sweater,
And form fitting tights.
So, when I saw you in,
Your pink sweeter,
Not too tight,
Loose enough to show,
A little bounce.
Enough bounce to show,
No bra,
And rubbing enough,
Against your nipples,
For them to stand out,
For all,
(Actually, I don’t care about ‘all’),
I care that they stood out for me,
To see.
Scooped front,
Showing enough cleavage,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 7:11pm
17th Jan 2014 7:11pm
6000 mornings
I noticed.
As she sat.
Straddling me.
Her hair was still black.
Very black.
Mine had more than a little grey.
Even down there.
The grey showed.
Blended with the no longer.
Dark brown.
Mixed with her black.
Moistened, glistening, sparkling.
In the shaft of morning light.
That played across us.
As we moved, playing together.
Welcoming another day.
The light and shadows shifted.
As she moved up and then down.
As my hips rose to meet her.
Wetness that began as dampness.
Now...
As she sat.
Straddling me.
Her hair was still black.
Very black.
Mine had more than a little grey.
Even down there.
The grey showed.
Blended with the no longer.
Dark brown.
Mixed with her black.
Moistened, glistening, sparkling.
In the shaft of morning light.
That played across us.
As we moved, playing together.
Welcoming another day.
The light and shadows shifted.
As she moved up and then down.
As my hips rose to meet her.
Wetness that began as dampness.
Now...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 6:22pm
17th Jan 2014 6:22pm
At her door, I kissed her.
At her door, I kissed her.
Gently.
One hand on each side of her face.
Lips to lips.
No tongue.
Just a sweet touch.
Held for several moments.
Stepped back,
Dropped my hands to her hands.
Looked into her eyes.
Said.
Softly.
“Thank you.
This was a great evening.
When can we do it again?”
Before she could answer.
A second kiss,
Exactly like the first.
Looked into her eyes.
Winked.
Asked.
“A third kiss?”
A slow nod in reply.
Almost a smile.
She wet her lips.
...
Gently.
One hand on each side of her face.
Lips to lips.
No tongue.
Just a sweet touch.
Held for several moments.
Stepped back,
Dropped my hands to her hands.
Looked into her eyes.
Said.
Softly.
“Thank you.
This was a great evening.
When can we do it again?”
Before she could answer.
A second kiss,
Exactly like the first.
Looked into her eyes.
Winked.
Asked.
“A third kiss?”
A slow nod in reply.
Almost a smile.
She wet her lips.
...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 10:18pm
19th Nov 2013 10:18pm
She Wrote
When she wrote,
I awoke.
Inside something stirred.
A warmth.
A glow.
Excitement.
Anticipation.
And wonder.
Had she caused this,
By
Only,
Writing?
Was the flush on my face,
Because of her words,
Or what I chose to read into them?
Would her actions,
Meet what I imagined,
Reading her words?
Would my pen,
Within her,
Fire feelings,
As she had aroused,
Within me?
As I rise to approach her,
In these words,
Would she be open,
To receive my overture?
Is...
I awoke.
Inside something stirred.
A warmth.
A glow.
Excitement.
Anticipation.
And wonder.
Had she caused this,
By
Only,
Writing?
Was the flush on my face,
Because of her words,
Or what I chose to read into them?
Would her actions,
Meet what I imagined,
Reading her words?
Would my pen,
Within her,
Fire feelings,
As she had aroused,
Within me?
As I rise to approach her,
In these words,
Would she be open,
To receive my overture?
Is...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Nov 2013 8:54pm
13th Nov 2013 8:54pm
My Latin Blossom, a Dream Cum True
Followed my Latin Dream into Starbucks.
As we entered,
She turned and said,
“You’ve followed me all over the mall,
Staring at my butt,
The least you can do is,
buy my coffee.”
This was the first glimpse I had,
Had of her from the front,
The face of a Latin Flower,
A blossom of perfectly shaped red glossed lips,
Framed by gorgeous black hair.
Below was cleavage,
Showing a hint of barely contained,
Breasts,
That were this man’s dream.
Quickly I answered,
“Hot.
Your coffee, I mean.
Well, actually,...
As we entered,
She turned and said,
“You’ve followed me all over the mall,
Staring at my butt,
The least you can do is,
buy my coffee.”
This was the first glimpse I had,
Had of her from the front,
The face of a Latin Flower,
A blossom of perfectly shaped red glossed lips,
Framed by gorgeous black hair.
Below was cleavage,
Showing a hint of barely contained,
Breasts,
That were this man’s dream.
Quickly I answered,
“Hot.
Your coffee, I mean.
Well, actually,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
11th Nov 2013 7:15pm
11th Nov 2013 7:15pm
Latin Dream
Walking in the mall,
Behind a simply gorgeous woman.
Long Latin black hair,
Short skirt,
Legs with lacy patterned hose,
Heels which gave a perfect lift,
To a nicely rounded ass.
Her silhouette was curvy,
Her hips,
As she walked,
Were slinky and swervy,
Altogether,
Sexy.
You know,
Seductive,
Sensual and sensuous.
Thoroughly, thoroughly,
Flirtatiously,
Arousing.
As I walked behind her,
My dreams became,
Increasingly erotic,
Completely obscene,
Downright sexually explicitly,...
Behind a simply gorgeous woman.
Long Latin black hair,
Short skirt,
Legs with lacy patterned hose,
Heels which gave a perfect lift,
To a nicely rounded ass.
Her silhouette was curvy,
Her hips,
As she walked,
Were slinky and swervy,
Altogether,
Sexy.
You know,
Seductive,
Sensual and sensuous.
Thoroughly, thoroughly,
Flirtatiously,
Arousing.
As I walked behind her,
My dreams became,
Increasingly erotic,
Completely obscene,
Downright sexually explicitly,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Nov 2013 9:03pm
5th Nov 2013 9:03pm
It Happened Last Night
(A second entry in the Alter Ego (Gender Switch) competition)
(I entered two poems, which, together, won.)
I went to the mall,
Dressed in black tights,
High boots,
Red sweater,
And no bra or underwear.
I wore a mid thigh coat,
Left on until,
I made certain he was there.
I was dressed for him.
When I saw him,
I timed walking out of a store,
So that I would be in front of him,
With my coat over my arm.
His view should have been,
Well, to his mind, interesting. ...
(I entered two poems, which, together, won.)
I went to the mall,
Dressed in black tights,
High boots,
Red sweater,
And no bra or underwear.
I wore a mid thigh coat,
Left on until,
I made certain he was there.
I was dressed for him.
When I saw him,
I timed walking out of a store,
So that I would be in front of him,
With my coat over my arm.
His view should have been,
Well, to his mind, interesting. ...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Nov 2013 7:23pm
4th Nov 2013 7:23pm
Tonight, It Was Going to be Tonight
(for the Alter-Ego (Gender Switch) competition)
(I entered two poems, which, together, won.)
I’d waited long enough.
Finally, I was, legally, old enough.
I felt like I was the only one left.
And I had spotted him in the mall.
Tights,
Black,
No panties.
Show every curve.
Sweater,
Tight, But not too tight,
No bra,
I like the rub of the sweater
Against my bare nipples.
Makes them stand right up,
Hard.
Black tights,
Red sweater,
Long...
(I entered two poems, which, together, won.)
I’d waited long enough.
Finally, I was, legally, old enough.
I felt like I was the only one left.
And I had spotted him in the mall.
Tights,
Black,
No panties.
Show every curve.
Sweater,
Tight, But not too tight,
No bra,
I like the rub of the sweater
Against my bare nipples.
Makes them stand right up,
Hard.
Black tights,
Red sweater,
Long...
1135 reads
4 Comments
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