Poetry by Jac-que Zyon

New Blog

2010-04-20T22:03:00.000-07:00

I've moved my poetry blog over to http://jacquezyon.wordpress.com/. Working on posting some new stuff!!

The Erotic Salon

2010-03-26T19:18:00.000-07:00

I just came across an awesome blog called theeroticsalon.com. It is based out of Philadelphia, PA, and they host an erotic reading on the 3rd Tuesday of every month. The founder and host, Dr. Susana Mayer, launched the website and reading with the goal of wanting to mainstream erotica. I can't think of a more noble literary aspiration, can you?

Letter to a Feminist Lover

2009-05-10T19:39:00.001-07:00

We both know
how much I respect you
as a woman
as a lover
as a friend

how many nights I've spent
gently caressing your face
gazing into your eyes
slowly, tenderly making
the sweetest of sweet
love to you

so please don't be offended
if when I'm taking you from
behind
I grab your hair
ram your face into the pillow
and make you tell me
who's pussy this is.
I know that technically
it's yours
but the fact that you're willing to share
so freely
and deeply
leaves me a bit confused on the whole
ownership issue at times
especially in the heat
of the moment

And don't take it personal
if I slap that ass
a little too hard sometimes
you might find it degrading
but it really turns me on
to leave my handprint
on both your heart
and your ass
and the thought of you waking the next morning
in a little bit of pain
and a smile across your face
as you run your hand
along the soft, sexy curve of flesh
I so love to palm
is just an added bonus for me

And if I call you a nasty little bitch
as you roll your soft tongue
across my balls
well, i'm probably just saying it
in my head
and the fact is you do it so well
that it just slipped out.
I don't mean to disrespect you
so please don't be upset
but more importantly

please

don't

stop

And there's no need to be
disgusted
if while you're giving me
a blowjob
I tell you I'm about to come
and I want you to taste it
I want you to swallow every last drop
And if I grab the back of your head
force myself into you
It's not just about ego
(or maybe it is)
but I only want to leave a part of me
with you
on you
inside you...

and yes,
I will still respect you
in the morning.

Breathless

2009-05-04T12:05:00.000-07:00

pulse--

steady...

upon my bed

her rose in bloom

and what do you do with a

rose?

you...

inhale...

marvel at it’s

many folds...

gently brush your lips against it

teasingly...

pulse--

racing...

upon my bed

her fountain awaits

and how do you drink from

a fountain?

lips placed gently inside...

to taste god’s sweet nectar

with

quivering tongue

slowly...

pulse--

frantic...

upon my bed

her river overflows

and how do you ride

a river?

enter ever so gently...

stroke where the currents

flow...

deeper...

pulse--

explodes...

2009-04-23T20:27:00.000-07:00

Well, it's been quite a week!

On Monday, I got an email informing me that my poem 'Breathless' had placed third in the Seattle Erotic Art Festival's literary competition. It's pretty exciting to be recognized for something that you love doing.

It's great to see erotic literature getting recognized on such a high profile platform!

Haven

2009-04-23T08:30:00.000-07:00

get on my knees and beg

u got the thunder
u got the thunder

my storm within
a storm

my refuge
from the norm
my haven away from everything decent
in this world

you are chaotic
neurotic
and nasty as you wanna be

volatile like
skulls and crossbones
deeper than baritones

your love is like
like riding the rapids
like walking a tightrope with no
safety net
like russian roulette
and yet
submissive like
take me if you dare
if you dare

© 2003 by Jacque

Chinese Arithmetic

2009-03-19T22:37:00.000-07:00

Cannes

2009-03-19T15:37:00.000-07:00

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

2009-03-19T15:13:00.000-07:00

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

2009-03-15T19:27:00.001-07:00

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

2009-03-15T19:23:00.000-07:00

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