If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

You    are   my   sin ,
my   willing  desire ,
the   one  who   fills
me  with  urges  of
extreme   ******  cravings.
You   are   my   sin,
as you are  my life.
Saving    me   from
death  of  sameness
in  life.  Nothing  is
hidden, nothing  forbidden,
as I take your body
in all the ways you
wish, all the ways I  choose.
I  lust for your feel,
your   taste, your forbidden
fruit.  As  you   are
my   sin,   So  I  am
                               your  sire....

A   wise  physician
once said "the best medicine  
for    humans    is
love." And if it doesn't work?
Increase the dose.

Ever woman  deserves a man
who    will      write
poems on her body
with   his   lips   and   tongue.
                                                                                       Jon York   2019

We could have had it all
the rainy kisses
the long nights
the warm tights, the love, the storm, the screams, the fights the lights
in our eyes
when we found what we were looking for in everyone else
we could have had it all
but when we almost had everything
u just f*cking cut everything into pieces
and now I'm only left with
my own mind

TASTE HER
     when she
     pleads with you,
     "tie me up and
     tease me until
     I beg you
     to release me."
     slow,
     long,
     with focus,
     deeply,
     unhurried,
     playfully,
     passionately,
     lovingly,
     delicately,

     TASTE  HER
     when she
     whispers to you
    ,"you own my
      heart and my
      ***."

      Love is nothing
      without action, trust is nothing
      without proof,
      and "sorry" is
      nothing without change.
                                                                                         Jon York   2019

Amazing
                how manageable
                         home
               can feel
               with only
              one blanket
              and the right
                   two arms
                   and warm kisses.

               I kiss you
               and
               on your lips
               I taste the sea
               and the sea
               has always been
               where
               my home
                       will always be.

               One look at you
               and I knew I had
               spent far too much
               time trying to write
               a poem as beautiful
                          as you.

               And I just hope it is
               home you find
               and
               freedom you feel
               when loving me.
                                                                                         Jon York   2019

I
  spend
     too
   many
   hours
      in
     my
    head,
wondering
  whether
       I
    spend
   nearly
       as
    many
        in
     your
     head.

       In
     your
hesitation
        I
   found
      my
  answer.
We are all just fighting to survive a world where "I miss you" doesn't mean I'm coming back and "I love you" doesn't mean I'm here to stay and "I' changed my mind" means you lied on purpose and just didn't want to say you lied so you said "I changed my mind." Why is it when the story ends we begin to feel all of it"?  
                                                          ­                               Jon York   2019