Toy (Solo Renga)

thinking about you

creamy flawless skin, so smooth

in black lingerie

a silent moment

my breath taken away ... you

are a masterpiece

don't move, my beauty

let me memorize you here

every last detail

that look in your eye

grinning, biting bottom lip

crawling toward me

closer and closer

never breaking eye contact

so very slowly

tying both my wrists

pinning them above my head

making me your toy

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sonnet - Combustion

Pleasure me no more, my devilish thing,

Tease not my most rigid, eager bliss,

Keep me from thy bounty's plundering,

Bless me not with slightest, sweetest kiss.

Look upon me not-- avert thine eyes!

I'd see thee no more, thou ripest peach,

Prithee, ask not for my compromise,

Thou doeth best to keep beyond my reach.

For thou hast touched the limits of my will,

I beg of thee -- do not my lusts persist,

I would have a moment to lie still,

Lest thy radiant gifts bid I insist.

'Tis too much! I fear that I may combust!

And leave thee to gaze, shocked, as I am dust.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Phoenix

Let the perfect bliss be writ,

Through the humble poet's quill,

If my shaking hands should still,

And though I be quite dim of wit.

But where should such ode begin,

So lovely, in such countless ways,

That I would wax for untold days,

On each sublime detail within.

As is custom, first, the eyes,

Radiant as ever seen,

Commanding look, as from a queen,

Bid me serve all she decries.

Thou wouldst gaze with mouth agape,

Could I muster every nerve,

To describe proper every curve,

What comprise her fullest shape.

If thou urged and were I pressed,

Speak, would I, from deepest heart,

The finest of thy Maker's art,

Contained within each lovely breast.

But lo, her best, most perfect gift,

The passion boils and writhes beneath,

Causes sword to leave its sheath,

And with my lusts, rise and lift.

Within the most exquisite shell,

Peaceful manner, Heaven's grace,

Passion burns in passion's place,

With such heat to rival Hell.

Taketh me, her lusts empowr'd,

Seizeth me with hands and mouth,

Journey traveled ever south,

Have me willingly devour'd.

Joined in sin's delicious throes,

Such ecstasies as never felt,

To watch her body sway and melt,

Her voice e'er loud as pressure grows.

'Til at last, we thrash and buck,

Beads of sweat from every pore, 

Screaming, nay, demanding more,

What blessed fate! What perfect luck!

Finally, she doth hold my gaze, 

Grinding me to deeper still,

Throws to wind her caution's will,

Erupting in a screaming blaze.

Then, as quickly as she burned,

From the ashes doth she rise,

Lay on me with coos and sighs,

And smile, do I, for love's returned. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Waxing

Would that I were a perfect bead of sweat, precarious on thy porcelain forehead -- so eager to succumb to my lustful demons; my grip as tenuous as an apple from Newton's tree!

To receive in a frenzied instant the fullness of thy beauty, to bathe myself in silent, exquisite divinity. 

Tis already lost. How art mine fascinations proved? Quilled and clever pauper shalt instruct you? Thou wouldst receive Sir Newton better. 

O, but prithee, let me not remain unformed clay, mine angel -- mold and caress me, let thy desire mine form take; I shalt heed to thine each delicious letter. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Just a Little

Gaze at you across the room, just a little

Catch the smell of perfume, just a little

Smiling when I catch your eye, just a little

Staring as you walk by, just a little

Flirting in the staircase, just a little

Gently touching your face, just a little

Brush my thumb on your lips, just a little

Feel you grinding your hips, just a little

Loosen all our attire, just a little

Both our bodies on fire, just a little

Plunge myself deep inside, just a little

Grinning, watching you ride, just a little

Ecstasy overcomes, just a little

Your body melts and hums, just a little

Glowing in mutual bliss, just a little

Sharing one endless kiss, just a little

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Legs

How long and slender, graceful, tender

Lovely, smooth and soft;

Made to caress, and (I'll confess)

I want them held aloft.

Wrap my waist, so I may taste

Your perfect, moaning lips;

Push and shove my fullest love

Against your shapely hips.

Suck my finger, let it linger

Your eyes half-closed, entranced,

Let your nails leave scratching trails,

Our pleasure e'er enhanced.

Both your wrists seized in my fists,

Buried hard and deep;

Legs squeeze tight, as lusts ignite

Too powerful to keep.

Muscles tense and lusts incense,

We're near the highest peak;

With trembling thighs, and moaning sighs,

Your pleasure makes me weak. 

Lying there, legs long and bare,

In passion's afterglow;

As slumber looms, a solace blooms

Our breathing soft and low. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sonnet - Immerse

To lay my hands upon your perfect skin,

Smell the airy fragrance of your hair,

Feel the heat building from within,

Intense and pure, near more than I can bear. 

The elegant, light swaying of those hips,

Crawling toward me, all fours on the bed,

The gentle expertise of hands and lips, 

Stroking slowly, as bliss fills my head. 

Lost in the perfection of your touch,

Euphoria so lovely, I am drowned;

Trapped in ecstasy, your fingers clutch--

As pleasure overtakes, my moans resound.

Come to me, my darling -- let us kiss,

Immerse ourselves in pleasure, just like this.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Tease (Sweet Talk 2)

I see London

I see France

I see your body

I see you dance

Hips that sway

And hypnotize

I drink thee in

With thirsty eyes

Curves in sync

Such perfect rhythm

Build within me

Cataclysm

The sinful grin

Thou knowst thy skill

Own me, love

Tear down my will

Make of it

Thy humble slave

'Tis what I want

'Tis what I crave

Have me undone

Lost in trance

For I see London

I see France

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Buttermilk

A Southern woman is of special ilk; 

She moves so fluidly - like living silk,

Her honey coated drawl -- like buttermilk.

Whatever lay before me I would bilk;

To drink her in, like purest, coldest milk;

But tell her? I would suffer bruise and wilk.

Never should she be undignified,

Though not a mark of vanity nor pride;

She is of tender countenance, and shied

Away from that which hurts her deep inside,

While outwardly, her feelings thus denied,

Her patience and composure bona fide. 

So very coy, with just a hint of smirk

To tell me my persistence will not work;

With swaying hips she knows drive me berzerk,

Behind her eyes a playful, smiling perk,

While in her teeth, her bottom lip doth lurk,

Knowing her attentions I'll not shirk.

As lovely as she is, I understand

The need for her to feel a love uncanned;

Worthy of a love not bored or bland, 

One mustn't try to bend her to command, 

Nor test how much abuse she can withstand;

For she's worthy of something truly grand.

And so I say to her: keep up your smile, 

And maybe we can sit her for a while.

Ignore our duties in that mountainous pile, 

Perhaps in our short time I may beguile -- 

Expound on how sublime your grace and style --

And perhaps your day will be worthwhile.

----

 © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

The Jacket

(Author's Note: 'The Jacket' is both an epilogue to 'The Visitor', and a prologue to 'The Confession'.)

Among the few things in this house

to survive the roaring fire,
A varsity football jacket;
Typical sports guy attire.

The owner of the article 
Killed dozens of innocent souls
To sate his twisted appetites,
Then buried them in holes.

The jacket is a symbol
Of a man of authority,
Who used and abused that power, 
To fuel his killing spree.

Among the burned possessions
In the killer's dungeon space;
Curled and blackened photographs
Of each girl's smiling face.

He let them wear the jacket 
As a loving souvenir,
Took the photo, kept it
And then dragged them screaming, here.

Each body found within the woods
was rightly identified,
But for one: there was a grave,
But no one was inside.

The jacket now, it has been said
Is haunted through and through,
Thirty-seven murdered girls
Who wore the jacket too.

The killer was dismembered,
By wild animals devoured;
Nothing left but chunks of teeth
In all the forest scoured.

Investigation carries on;
the house will be rightly destroyed,
The smell alone was well enough 
to doom it to the void. 

And so concludes the grisly tale, 
which brings us to our task;
This jacket is for auction, 
fifty dollars, may I ask?

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sonnet - Magic

How is it that thou, so far away, 

Despite how limited our dialogue,

Can read me as intently, every day,

As any book in all world's catalogue?

How is it that thou so deftly reach,

Across such distance vast, and touch my soul?

And how, my love, with ne'er a word of speech,

Cause me, my very breath, to lose control? 

How is my heart so completely swelt, 

Without the touch that such feelings demand;

And how do I so often glow and melt,

Having never touched thy warmth from out thy hand?

Surely thou art magic, I am sure,

Thy sorcery, it renders me demure.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sweet Talk

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Sugar is sweet

Your body is, too

Confident fingers

Cradle your waist

While up at your neck

My lips get a taste

Swaying and rocking

While lips go exploring

Skin against skin

Caressing, adoring

Our bodies melt

Into the floor

Clutching, gasping

Craving more

Growling, biting

Scratching rough

No such thing 

As 'had enough'

Devouring every

Blessed pleasure

Digging toward

Our brilliant treasure

Then at last

The moment where

You grab my ass

I pull your hair

Finally, we

Scream together

Mutual bliss

That lasts forever

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sonnet - Please

Please don't leave me darling -- I'm still here;

I promise I'm not going anywhere;

I know that you'd react with shock and fear -- 

The only reason you can't sense me there.

I love you, darling. I have since the start.

Thirty years of matrimonial bliss,

I'm sorry that my death forced us to part,

But I would die again for one more kiss.

I know, darling -- you need to move on,

And you deserve to live a happy life. 

I'm jealous of him, but you're right: I'm gone,

And I've no right to you, my precious wife.

I want you to be happy, every day...

But don't forget me, or I'll fade away.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Buried

Eyes flip open to the sound

Of  all the bugs beneath the ground

Chewing on my rotting skin

Working their way deep within

I can feel it - everywhere

I can't get them out of there

They didn't even leave a light

None of this is sitting right

Don't get me wrong - there is no pain,

But the chewing sounds drive me insane

If only they would go away

Then I could think, and be okay.

But they won't leave me alone, 

Out of flesh, they'll eat the bone. 

There'll be nothing left of me,

Unless I can get myself free. 

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

You Look Deadly (Inside Voice)

Lest I incur thy Wrath, my pet, permit me now explain,

In fewer words than my thin Pride believes it doth contain,

That I would lap with Gluttony, love, on and on again,

Claim thy bliss with furious Greed, declare it my domain,

And make of it the Envy of all pleasures -- near to pain,

My inner beast of primal Lust exploding from its chain,

Until we lie as drunken Sloth, on Hell's infernal plane.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

You Look Heavenly (Outside Voice)

Thy Diligence, my love, is of a sort not often found,
To prey upon my Chastity, and render it unwound,
And yet, a certain Kindness does thine intention surround,
As if in Charity, my pleasure thou hast tightly bound,
A certain inner Temperance is lacking, I have found,
Thus with great Humility, let thy desires abound,
And may I show you Solace in my Heaven's choral sound.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

The Shed (Inside)

There's an ugly man outside this shed
And shortly I'll remove his head
But him just sitting there is wrong
And I've been in here way too long

It goes like this: I'm not some bitch
Who stumbled scared out of some ditch
I've been around since long ago
(This ain't my first rodeo)

I saw him coming miles away
In his rusty Chevrolet
Waited till the moment came
And hit the road all scared and lame

'Lock me up, sir! Hurry, please!'
Big scared eyes (I'm such a tease)
Clutching at him past my wits
Leaning in with perfect tits

Took me in, the sweet old poop
Fed me a bowl of watery soup
Offered me a place to sleep
Swore to God he wasn't a creep

Thing is, he didn't ask me why
I wanted locking up -- poor guy
A pervert and a shit-for-brains
(He never asked about the chains)

These chains and all this rigging gear
Was all installed when we got here
And there are bloodstains on the floor
Thirteen bodies, maybe more

Seems this guy's a monster too
He kills my kind, we precious few
He brings them here, to have his joys
Then throws them out like broken toys

Now he's got me where he would
(I was in the neighborhood
Stalked him for the last three nights
And now I got him, dead to rights)

Blood will rain like a monsoon
The instant I sense that full moon
No more thinking with your dick.

We don't bite men, you psycho prick.

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sonnet - Kneel

The most intense of my deep fantasies

Is rooted in my need to have control;

Indeed, the fury of those ecstasies

Reveals my dominance, so full and whole.

You need not be subdued or tightly bound,

My silky voice the only tool I need;

A single word, or even just a sound,

Ensures: my every want, you'll gladly heed.

But what to do with you, now that you're here,

Your wrists criss-crossed and tied behind your back?

Kneel, I think, and come to me, my dear,

Yes that's it, love. You need a midnight snack.

Perfect, love -- now, lock your eyes on me,

And know you are my perfect fantasy.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Fireflies

Fireflies dance 

Above the haze

Where lovers dwell 

In loving gaze

Dusk arrives

To usher night

As lovers kiss

By firelight

Safely wrapped

In loving arms

Floating in 

each other's charms

Sipping wine 

Most content

A better evening

Ne'er was spent

Fireflies dance 

Above the haze

Where lovers dwell 

In loving gaze

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.