I am alone.
With just some people I'm moving on.
Some talk less, some talk a lot.
I don't know if they are friends or not.

I am alone.
With some fears I'm moving on.
Some are scary, some are not.
I don't know if they are real or not.

I am alone.
With some deep wounds I'm moving on.
Some hurt more, some hurt less.
I don't know if they will heal or not

I am alone.
With a fake smile I'm moving on.
Sometimes looks good, sometimes not.
I don't know if it works or not.

I am alone.
With some burdens I'm moving on.
Some are huge, some are little.
I don't know if I will repay or not.

I am alone
With some secrets I'm moving on.
Some can save me, some can lead me to death.
I don't even know my remaining breaths.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj

Lairs twist life so it's tasty to the lazy
Powerful to the weak and crazy

Brilliant and seductive to the
ignorant youth
But even in pain, there is beauty in the truth

Even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable
For only cowards lie selfishly without preamble

As lies only strengthen a liar's defects
A liar's character, mind, & spirit gains no positive affects

The abuser of the truth paints with disappearing colors
Valuing the canvass at worthless dollars

For once the veil of the facade is lifted
Honesty, integrity and trust can never be re-gifted.

Unhappy are the takers
Or why else be fakers?

But to devastate the essence of the believer
Measures the cruelty of the deceiver

Inner peace with self deception
Is the doing of one's own soul's destruction

However if truth be told
When lies gradually unfold,

Is it better to be the believer
Or the deceiver?

I love the build up... when
touching  turns   into
grabbing. Soft lips into
passionate   tongues.
Your heart beating faster &
faster...with me longing for
you, your pleasured sighs.

"Push me up against your
mind and rip naked my soul
and I  will willingly concede
the rest to you" she whispered
in my ear and then she looked
at me and said, "the very thought
of you sir, makes me squirm."

You ******* lips as you straddle
me ready to be mine and slowly
you slide down on me taking in
every inch you can, closing your
eyes, you throw back your head
knowing  that soon  I  will  be all
inside  you.

That   wasn't  ***,   it  was  naked
poetry I told her, me being a poet
and  all,  "and if  you  just  wanted
to   talk  you  would   have  wore
underwear" I said, and then she
whispered in my ear, "I want you
inside my mind."
                                                          ­                     Jon York   2019

I want  to  kiss you
in   all   the  places
your   pulse   beats
beneath  your skin.
I want my fingertips
to  trace  your  neck
as  I  slowly breathe
you in.
I  want   your  kisses
on  every inch of me
so  that   your   lips
leave me with stains.
I'll press   my  body
against   yours  and
feel  the  blood  rush
through  your  veins.
You found parts of me
I didn't know existed
and  in  you  I  found
a  love   I  no  longer
believed   was   real.
Love is a commitment
to  protecting  another
person's   heart  with
the same  passion you
use to  guard your own.                                                                          
                                                                                     Jon York   2019

Poetry is a way

                      of saying

*** isn't  the  only way

I want to be inside you.
                                                 Jon York  2019

A smile throwing me into endless space
Eyes that speak of nothing but beauty
Hands strong, yet so gentle
Lips so perfectly formed
I want to lean in and steal the sweetest kiss
I wish to have the ability
To take every pain, every tear
And wipe their existence away
Into the endless space your smile provides
Never again to cross your mind
For that is what you have done for me
Set free from my eternal cage
I am not the same
Let me breathe the same air as you
Lost in throes of passion
Simultaneous *******
I wish to see all, share all
With you and you alone
Learn every beautiful aspect
Of your body and mind
Let go of the scars that made me who I am
For you have finally made me feel whole

you and i
we'll move on
and forget all of this.

and maybe we'll even
find whatever it was that
we were looking for elsewhere.

and perhaps
we'll understand
why it ended the way it did.

but what we had
was precious and it'll
always exist somewhere.

in dying leaves and
the silences we shared
and maybe, the moon too.