I want to
               feel  the  heat
                 of my own
          breath bounce back
                  and warm
             my  lips  after  I
           strategically  place
                     them on
            my  favorite  places
                 of your skin.

                    I want to
                        leave
                 goosebumps
           everywhere I have
               not yet kissed
                          and
               spend the night
                     trying to
                         read
                    them  like
                       braille.
                                                                                     Jon York   2019

She throws
        wishes into the night
             and waits for
       the stars to catch them.

               I said to her
         blue eyes, "meet me
                at midnight
            in   front  of  my
                   dreams.

                We'll make a
                    fire and
             count  the  stars
                that shimmer
             above  the  trees."

                 She's more
             myself than I am.
                  Whatever
           souls  are  made  of,
                   hers and
           mine are the same and
                 her heart and
                     my heart
                     are very,
              very old friends.
                                                                                     Jon York 2019

Sometimes
                      all   you really
                      need is a hug or
                      someone to just
                      tell you everything
                                 will be okay.

                      Okay, or some
                       rough  *** or
                           whatever
                 as nothing grows into
                          something.

                  Forgive my fingers,
                        for when they
                        find your body,
                     they  always  lose
                        themselves.

                         I always practice
                         safe ***, I always
                          tie her to the bed,
                          so she doesn't
                          fall out.

                         I love what you are...
                         what you do  to me, and
                         how you love me,
                         always trying so hard
                         to please me and I
         understand exactly what and who you are.

                                                           ­                              Jon York   2019

It  is  ever  so   beautiful 
         to  be strange. To do
           things differently
                than others.
   To see things in rare light.
        To me, that is such
              a gold to carry.

              I like people
       who have  a sense of
              individuality.
          I  love  expression
                    and
     anything awkward and
         imperfect, because  
  that's  natural and that's real.

                I like messy
          people,  people  who
    don't fit  in  a  box  or  stay
               between the
      lines, but whose integrity
             is greater than
            any rule book and
      whose   loyalty  is  stronger
                 than blood.

              Kindness is the
       simplest way to tell another
     soul  that  there  is  love  to  be
            found in this world.
                                                          ­                     Jon York   2019

You are like fine whiskey

I'd be honored to taste.

One sip of your warmth leaves

a burn in my hearts place,

but tastes so sweet.

Your body was meant

for my caresses.....

I touch you without

hesitation, no fear...

no limits. For no one

can love me like you.

            Again

you're on my mind,

              again.

             Lovely

        ***** thoughts,

              again.                                  ­                              Jon York   2019

Find  a  lover
              with miles
         on her tires, and
            worn treads.

             The stretch
       of road behind her
              may have
         been  long  and
      tiresome , but  she's
            better for it.

            Her  rear  view
             mirror is full,
      but her hands know
                  how to
            tame my body
                    and
            as she says my
                    name
              I couldn't help
                     but
                 mistake
                    it for
          "I'm finally home."
                                                                                    Jon York   2019

Speak
          only when
               you
               feel
         your words
               are
         better than
               the
            silence
               and
        understand
             that a
        relationship
              never
              dies a
        natural death...

              They
                are
         murdered
                 by
                Ego,
           Attitude  
                and
          Ignorance.
                                                                             Jon York   2019