O' to be stalked by a Poem

That glides Silkily up the leg

Till it Arrives at its destination

Only to sit and Beg
JMF 98


*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

Sweet Lorraine's **** Thighs
Sunlit From Heaven
Soft as the dew lies
In morning Haze
Slightly her Legs Part
Stirring my Heart
And Drawing close
My Longing Gaze
JMF 98

She's a Wrath of my Dreams
This fine Cajun Queen
Her Bare Breast Flashing
For all to see.
She Flirts with the Men
And kisses the Ladies
With her Magical Charms
Of Voodoo and Gris Gris
Igniting a Passion
Of Mardis Gras Fashion
That consumes me
In Fantasy


*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

When your Soft Brown Eyes
Fall upon me
They elicit a sigh
Of longing to be
Touching you
Endlessly.....
With Lips upon
Your Satin Skin
You Moan Softly
As I begin
Kissing the Crest
Of your full Breast
As the Flesh gives Rise
to the Sounds of your Sighs
..........JMF 98


*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

As her eye's' melt into Mine
A soft sweet shiver
Runs up my spine
While I recall another Time
Together-
The touch of her Tongue
Like Butterflies upon My Breast
Slowly Wanders Softly
Toward Loves sweet Nest
While her gentle Hands
Caress My Hips
I feel the tender Pressure
of her sweet Lips
Kissing me to Ecstacy
JMF 98


*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind,
You let me know whats on your mind.
While Urgently From Behind
I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh
As you Start, I part
to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft
While so slowly you fill me

And from this Tender Stillness,
you begin a Rythimic Dance
As labored Breathing Comes in Pants
'til in the End, I am lent
Your Pleasure Filled
Your Passion spent


*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

I saw a Man both Lean and Hard,
Who smiled at me with warm regard.
As I notice the Bulge within his jeans,
I stretch out my hand. to stroke his seams.
And see the Size of his Manhood Rise,
From Soft Flesh, before my eyes.
Then Kissing the Now Swollen Tip,
As it Slides between my trembling Lips.
Engulfed within, my Lips Now Part,
I feel the Beating of his Heart.
His sighs give rise to other tones
As I Hear the coming of His Moans
And he Collapses, Having Spent
His sweet Manhood now Content.
JMF '98

I was at a party on a Midsummer's Eve
When I felt a soft touch, at my sleeve,
I turned to see a young Girl there
with Full red lips. and Long soft Hair.
While the Music Played on, She was such a flirt
That I gasped for Breath, with her hand 'neath my skirt
At her soft touch. I felt my Button Rise
As she brought out of me the evening's first Sighs
And Later on in the Deep of the Night
With our Passions rising, and our Lips locked tight
I felt myself savor her breast so young
As her ****** Hardened, to the Touch of my Tongue
Then our Tongues both sought Loves sweet Fold
To tease and savor our passion so bold
While we Rocked and Moaned in each others arms
Kissing to exctasy each others Charms

*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"

I Spent an Evening
With a Couple of Friends.
That for a simple night out
Had a passionate End.
He, Lean with a Beard And,
She lithe and Long Haired.
As they Blindfolded me and,
Gently Lay Me on the Bed.
I soon felt two lips to please,
Two tongues to tease.
Four Hands to Caress,
My Fevered Flesh.
Then she moans softly,
To my Tongue's Manipulation.
I feel the heat of
His deep Penetertion
As we seek out the Rythnm
Of our Excitation.
And Explode in a Torrent
Of Sweat and Flesh


*from the collection "POETIC STALKINGS'

Future Presidents, past.
Dark, huddled figures
Stand Crying.
A thousand eyes
And a small voice...
Whimper, sobs,sighs,
And returns Again
"Why did I have to
Keep the button?

Into my quiet, peaceful life
Steps a man full of strife
Sniffin' 'round, like a hound
Just a dog of desire'
Is it the soft brown eyes
That fill me with relief
And make me forget
The snap of his teeth,
Or the wag of his tail
As he strokes my leg
That never fails
To make my heart beg.
He's out and around
With a ***** in the sack
but at his scratch at the door
I take him back.
What will end my need
For this wandering seed
O' What will **** my fire
for these Dogs of desire?
...............JMF 1999

Its A Real Treat
When She Flashes Those Eyes.
And She's As Warm And Sweet
As A Bayou Sunrise
But She Plays It Cool,
With Those Sapphire Jewels
Merci Vous, Mon Cher Blue Eyes
...............JMF 1998

Captain Caffeine's Comin' down
He needs another cup,so
He lifts his chromium coffee ***
and pours himself a drop.
He gets his Lumps from Sugar Fairies
and floats in clouds of cream
walks around the whole day through
inside a caffeine dream.

He was walkin' down east Wilson
When he dropped into a greasy spoon
Asked the Waitress "for a Cup"
But that was greasy to,
So he dropped into Starbucks
and found his heaven there
you can find him drinking Esspresso
with a wide eyed coffee star
Captain Caffienes Coming down
He needs another cup.so
He lifts his cromium coffee ***
and pours himself a drop
..........JMF 1973

She's pristine and serene
The queen of caffeine
She hangs out at the breakfast scene
Always smiling
Never Mean
She brings our cream
...............JMF 1995

Paths criss cross
Across the land
like the lines
in the Palm, of
An old man's hand,
Old one grow over
and disappear,
Yet new ones form
year by year.
And the only thing
that remains the same
is the sun and moon
the wind and the rain
...............JMF 1970

In the middle
of the forest
stands the creosote tree
holding high
its branch conversations
...............JMF 1968

Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand,
In late afternoon, Playing
Like  Old Words against a Memory.
Ethereal Images, of Old masters
Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners
Whose words lie Bate to Silence
...............JMF 1969

This morning rain
It's such a drain,
But a bit of Bright Blond,
Blows by,after the Dawn,
Releasing a Sigh,
Between the Yawns
and yearns for coffee.
As she fills my cup, her Smile
seems to perk me up,
So I drink it Fast
To make sure it Lasts,
That is until the next refill**
...............JMF 1994

Silent Staunch The Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
A Small Boy playing all the Men not in His Life
Forgetting Strife and Daily Deeds
Zones and Bonding, Contract Bidding
A Small Boy, still not too Old
The Cross Street Jungle Bought and Sold
and all thats left.....
Silent Staunch the Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
................JMF 1968