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"

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"

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"

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'

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"

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"

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"

you knife me
me knife you

knife me you
knife you me
dont
try
to
turn
this around

it is merely i
you knife me
her pantyhose
call them stalkings
call my nightmares
dreams
you
really
knife me

stand me here
beat me hear
lash
me
last

oh
how
you knife me

your tongue
like
an
sweater

oh
how
you
must know
you knife me
?











...
..
.

Selfishness borns
that utter thing

Selfishness borns
something to celebrate.

You weren't thinking forward
just wanted your ever after.

You didn't want me.
just wanted your ever after.

and I know I wasn't called upon,
I know I wasn't beckoned.
I know you didnt summon me
to fix what you'd been wrecking.

But I'm here now, Im alive.

As strange as it may seem,

Your complete selfishness
borned a complete me.


And its oh so hard to swallow
that I wasnt one of those,
precious flowers planted
and in pain you hope it grows.
But instead  a seed which fell
from a bird far over head
and I grew and grew and grew
until you wanted me dead.

You gashed at all my stalkings
you pulled at all my leaves
You plucked all of my petals
trying to destroy me.

You picked at my root bed,
hoping i would wither in the sand

Never did you think of what would happen
if by chance i would survive

and then the mother of my creation is who wanted me to die.

But i staid alive.


And now you see me from afar
and you know that I'm aware

of all the pain you put me through
and that non of it was fair


But you expect me not to care.

I'm still second guessing what could have been
if i was raised in the flower bed I was meant to be in.

If my seed had been planted so consciously
that the moment I sprouted was

appreciated.