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
31st Oct 2013 9:52pm
31st Oct 2013 9:52pm
November 1st
Shopping in the grocery store.
Came around the end of the aisle.
And there stood,
The Halloween treat,
I had received the night before.
Even fully dressed,
As she was,
I recognized her.
And judging
By the shade of pink she turned,
She recognized me.
Without missing a beat,
I ask her to dinner.
She said that,
She was suppose to attend a party,
A costume party,
At the apartment complex where she lived.
But wasn’t going to go,
Her date had backed out,
When he saw the costumes,
She had...
Came around the end of the aisle.
And there stood,
The Halloween treat,
I had received the night before.
Even fully dressed,
As she was,
I recognized her.
And judging
By the shade of pink she turned,
She recognized me.
Without missing a beat,
I ask her to dinner.
She said that,
She was suppose to attend a party,
A costume party,
At the apartment complex where she lived.
But wasn’t going to go,
Her date had backed out,
When he saw the costumes,
She had...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Oct 2013 5:02pm
29th Oct 2013 5:02pm
See and do
Turned out the light,
Walked out to the back deck of the small cabin,
We had rented in the group of cabins,
Each next to its own hot spring,
On the shore of the steam.
A light frost in the air,
In the full moon light,
She was watching something.
In their hot springs pool,
On the edge of the stream,
Just off their deck,
At the cabin down stream from us,
A young couple was,
Providing a show.
I stepped up behind her,
We both watched.
She was sitting in front of him,
Leaning back against his chest.
As...
Walked out to the back deck of the small cabin,
We had rented in the group of cabins,
Each next to its own hot spring,
On the shore of the steam.
A light frost in the air,
In the full moon light,
She was watching something.
In their hot springs pool,
On the edge of the stream,
Just off their deck,
At the cabin down stream from us,
A young couple was,
Providing a show.
I stepped up behind her,
We both watched.
She was sitting in front of him,
Leaning back against his chest.
As...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Oct 2013 9:50pm
25th Oct 2013 9:50pm
Treat and Return Treat
Answered the door.
Treats for all of the kids.
Comments on their costumes.
And a treat for the parents who were with the kids.
Most parents said, “Thank you”.
Some made comments, “Huh?” or,
A small wave with a smile.
Clearly I was the only one “treating” the parents.
Long about 8:30.
The door bell rang.
It had been 15,
maybe,
20 minutes since the last ring.
A woman stood there.
I recognized her as a parent,
Who had been by earlier,
With another woman,
And several kids.
She said, “I’ve come...
Treats for all of the kids.
Comments on their costumes.
And a treat for the parents who were with the kids.
Most parents said, “Thank you”.
Some made comments, “Huh?” or,
A small wave with a smile.
Clearly I was the only one “treating” the parents.
Long about 8:30.
The door bell rang.
It had been 15,
maybe,
20 minutes since the last ring.
A woman stood there.
I recognized her as a parent,
Who had been by earlier,
With another woman,
And several kids.
She said, “I’ve come...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Oct 2013 10:25pm
16th Oct 2013 10:25pm
Morning lust, fullfilled
The alarm rang.
It continued to ring.
She always shuts it off as she gets out of bed.
Then it occurred to me,
The alarm was on my side of the bed.
Or, rather, I was on her side of the bed.
A result of last night's playing.
We had fallen asleep where we lay.
Her on my side and me on her side.
I felt an arm reach across my chest.
(I was laying on my back.)
It was too far for her to reach the alarm.
I felt her begin to slide across me to shut it down.
Her breasts began to slide across my chest.
About the time...
It continued to ring.
She always shuts it off as she gets out of bed.
Then it occurred to me,
The alarm was on my side of the bed.
Or, rather, I was on her side of the bed.
A result of last night's playing.
We had fallen asleep where we lay.
Her on my side and me on her side.
I felt an arm reach across my chest.
(I was laying on my back.)
It was too far for her to reach the alarm.
I felt her begin to slide across me to shut it down.
Her breasts began to slide across my chest.
About the time...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 6:10pm
15th Oct 2013 6:10pm
She was a witch, here is part two of the story - - -
OK, now, it is approaching a year later
Autumn equinox, if it matters
Strange as it seems, I had forgotten
All of it
Every bit of it
But now
Day by day
Bit by bit
It was coming back
Anyway, most if it
First thing I remembered, was her email last October 1st.
Asking me - - -
Would I?
Could I?
Maybe?
Join her for a "little" celebration/ceremony on the...
Autumn equinox, if it matters
Strange as it seems, I had forgotten
All of it
Every bit of it
But now
Day by day
Bit by bit
It was coming back
Anyway, most if it
First thing I remembered, was her email last October 1st.
Asking me - - -
Would I?
Could I?
Maybe?
Join her for a "little" celebration/ceremony on the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2013 10:44pm
15th Feb 2013 10:44pm
Embrace
As I stepped out of the shower,
I saw her,
facing away from me,
slip her nightgown up,
over her head,
and off,
to the floor.
Without drying,
I stepped through the bathroom door,
turned her around,
and hugged her.
No kiss.
Arms around her shoulders,
holding her against me,
my hands caressing slowly down from the back of her neck,
one to the small of her back,
the other stopping between her shoulder blades....
I saw her,
facing away from me,
slip her nightgown up,
over her head,
and off,
to the floor.
Without drying,
I stepped through the bathroom door,
turned her around,
and hugged her.
No kiss.
Arms around her shoulders,
holding her against me,
my hands caressing slowly down from the back of her neck,
one to the small of her back,
the other stopping between her shoulder blades....
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 6:00pm
8th Feb 2013 6:00pm
What do I really, really want from you?
That's what you want to know?
OK.
I want honesty.
In everything.
I want honesty even when it will hurt/embarrass you to be honest.
I want honesty even when it will hurt/embarrass me if you are honest.
I want you to know that I will always be honest with you.
Even if it hurts/embarrasses me.
Even if it hurts/embarrasses you.
Honesty does not have to be brutal.
And mine will not be.
That's the base of it.
All else flows from that.
Honesty is the root of everything.
Honesty so that I can 100% of the...
OK.
I want honesty.
In everything.
I want honesty even when it will hurt/embarrass you to be honest.
I want honesty even when it will hurt/embarrass me if you are honest.
I want you to know that I will always be honest with you.
Even if it hurts/embarrasses me.
Even if it hurts/embarrasses you.
Honesty does not have to be brutal.
And mine will not be.
That's the base of it.
All else flows from that.
Honesty is the root of everything.
Honesty so that I can 100% of the...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Feb 2013 4:04pm
8th Feb 2013 4:04pm
Two girls overheard
In the food court at the mall.
I was drinking coffee, eating an iced sugar cookie.
Overheard two young women (girls?) talking.
At first it was mostly noise.
I wasn't paying attention.
Then one with a voice like an ex-cheerleader.
(Sort of gravelly, way too much yelling for too many years.)
Said something about the guy she was with the night before.
This is what I heard her say - - -
"Yah, captain of the football team.
Works out all the fucking time.
Broad, I mean really, really broad, in the shoulders.
Narrow...
I was drinking coffee, eating an iced sugar cookie.
Overheard two young women (girls?) talking.
At first it was mostly noise.
I wasn't paying attention.
Then one with a voice like an ex-cheerleader.
(Sort of gravelly, way too much yelling for too many years.)
Said something about the guy she was with the night before.
This is what I heard her say - - -
"Yah, captain of the football team.
Works out all the fucking time.
Broad, I mean really, really broad, in the shoulders.
Narrow...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 10:01pm
6th Feb 2013 10:01pm
that evening, a memory made
We met online,
as so many do, these days.
While there was respect,
at first,
it was quickly joined by lust.
Of an age we were,
in search of,
"something",
when we found each other.
An attraction,
certainly;
based on words,
not appearance --
not face,
hair,
height or weight;
thoughts,
yes;
shared experiences in the world around us,
yes;
lost opportunities,
mine different from hers,
and, yet, strangely, min many ways, the same;
those missed opportunities,
we also shared,...
as so many do, these days.
While there was respect,
at first,
it was quickly joined by lust.
Of an age we were,
in search of,
"something",
when we found each other.
An attraction,
certainly;
based on words,
not appearance --
not face,
hair,
height or weight;
thoughts,
yes;
shared experiences in the world around us,
yes;
lost opportunities,
mine different from hers,
and, yet, strangely, min many ways, the same;
those missed opportunities,
we also shared,...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2013 5:16pm
23rd Jan 2013 5:16pm
A one night affair
We'd known each other for more than a decade.
I was married through all of it.
She was single, then married, and now single again.
We'd teased and flirted.
It had started innocent enough.
But, over the years,
became,
well,
suggestive,
definitely NSFW.
NSFW, that was the teasing.
The flirting was much, much more intense,
not just suggestive,
not only erotic,
but down right,
crudely, intimately, salaciously,
lecherously,
aphrodisiac
in its...
I was married through all of it.
She was single, then married, and now single again.
We'd teased and flirted.
It had started innocent enough.
But, over the years,
became,
well,
suggestive,
definitely NSFW.
NSFW, that was the teasing.
The flirting was much, much more intense,
not just suggestive,
not only erotic,
but down right,
crudely, intimately, salaciously,
lecherously,
aphrodisiac
in its...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 8:03pm
22nd Jan 2013 8:03pm
Desire
You ask what I desire.
Fair enough.
This is what I desire.
You.
All of you.
Every part of you.
I desire to --
Run my fingers through your hair;
Nibble on your ear;
Suck gently your ear lobe;
Kiss your eyes, your nose, and your lips;
Taste the tears in your eyes, and the saliva in your mouth;
Bite gently your lip;
Kiss my way around and down your neck;
Sample the sweet sweat in your clevage;
Cup your breasts in my hands;
Nurse at your nipples;
Caresse your back, your sides, and your tummy with my...
Fair enough.
This is what I desire.
You.
All of you.
Every part of you.
I desire to --
Run my fingers through your hair;
Nibble on your ear;
Suck gently your ear lobe;
Kiss your eyes, your nose, and your lips;
Taste the tears in your eyes, and the saliva in your mouth;
Bite gently your lip;
Kiss my way around and down your neck;
Sample the sweet sweat in your clevage;
Cup your breasts in my hands;
Nurse at your nipples;
Caresse your back, your sides, and your tummy with my...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 7:38pm
22nd Jan 2013 7:38pm
You were my fantasy
(For the "Wild Fantasy" competition)
When first I saw you,
You became my fantasy.
The silk of your hair,
The sparkle in your eye,
The smile on your lips,
Were what started me fantasying.
The curve of your waist,
The shapely lenghth of your legs,
The glistening wetness on your lips, wet by your tongue,
Were what provided fueled for my fantasies.
The bob of your head as you walked in the door,
The wiggle and sway of your butt as you strolled across the room,
The bounce of your bust as you turned toward me,...
When first I saw you,
You became my fantasy.
The silk of your hair,
The sparkle in your eye,
The smile on your lips,
Were what started me fantasying.
The curve of your waist,
The shapely lenghth of your legs,
The glistening wetness on your lips, wet by your tongue,
Were what provided fueled for my fantasies.
The bob of your head as you walked in the door,
The wiggle and sway of your butt as you strolled across the room,
The bounce of your bust as you turned toward me,...
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