Chinese Arithmetic

photo ©AVTG



the

road

to

your

heart

has

led

me

back

to

myself

© Jac-que 1999

Cannes

photo: ©Igotz Ziarreta Barrena

by a window with
no pane
i sat and sketched you
into being
i was kurosawa
dreaming your every frame

the day you would walk
into existence

lights flashing
cameras rolling

mouthing sweet words
from a script i already knew
by heart

On This Morning

Spring sun streaming
through bedroom window
scent of ocean
in the air

Breakfast in bed
Her legs
Spread like preserves
Tongue
devouring her sweetness

Down There

I love it when you taste
you
on my lips
the slow strumming of
tongues
melting into one
sensuous melody

you don’t mind
that I just came from
down there
then softly
passionately
kiss your lips
to give back to you
the sweetness you have given
to me

you are curious about
what it’s like
why I spend so much time
down there
exploring your sacred space

you want to fully understand this obsession
that keeps us both up at night

I could explain it in metaphors
compare it to cherries
or some exotic wine...

but the real truth is this:

It’s the anticipation of what is to come
as I slowly kiss my way
from your neck down to your navel

It’s the first taste
of salty sweetness
as I gently part your lips

It’s the way your tender back arches
when I’m in just the right spot

It’s the moans of pleasure you release
with each gentle caress of my tongue

It’s the way you grind your hips
and paint my face
with the color of your soul

It’s the slow symphonious build to climax
and the way you release it all

like it is as primal

like it is as necessary

for you

as it is for me

© Jac-que

Black Satin

Photo © ShaneKato

There are times
I want to pull you close
whisper Neruda
in your ear
as we drift off to sleep
to the sound of falling rain
just outside the window....

but tonight
is not one of those times.

Tonight i just want
to pull that black satin G-string
to the side
bend you over the couch
and fuck you
‘till it hurts

© 2009 by Jac-que