May I

May I kiss you, darling dear,

And taste of the divine,

Place my fingers 'neath your chin

And tilt your face to mine?

May I lightly touch your face,

Inhale your sun-kissed hair,

Find your lips against my own

And whisper secrets there?

May I draw you closer in,

Where you are meant to be,

Take you in my arms, my love,

And get lost in ecstasy?

May I have a moment, dear,

To let the bliss sink in,

Before we both lose all control 

and drown in carnal sin?

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Insatiable

Come inside and play with me,

Let's do something wrong;

You look delicious in that dress,

And my, those legs are long. 

So luscious, darling - every curve

So perfect - every nook,

Come a little closer, love;

Let's get a better look.

The thinnest wall of fabric

between me and paradise;

So easily it peels away,

And my, your skin is nice.

So soft and smooth beneath my hands,

My lovely little toy,

Perhaps a kiss upon your tummy

To fill your skin with joy?

And what of my accursed hands

Wandering on their own?

Memorizing every inch,

I hear you gasp and moan.

Put your lovely hands on me

And coax my bliss awake

Have me as you wish, my love --

My pleasure's yours to take.

My fingers dig into your hips

And pull you onto me

Your breath is halted by the sound

Of sudden ecstasy. 

You have so much energy;

Insatiable indeed,

Grinding, slamming, hours on end,

Uncompromising need.

Your pleasure hits its highest peak,

You shove and moan and squeal;

My own rushes to meet you there,

My body hard as steel.

Lying in the afterglow, 

Free of stress or pain,

Playing with your sun-spun hair...

You whisper, "More. Again."

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Chair (Blank Verse)

Seat me in this chair, and bind my wrists

And ankles to the wood, and leave me there

Immobile and helpless, at your mercy

As you dance in crimson lingerie

Coiling, writhing, grinding in my lap

Tasting of my mouth, and grinning sly 

Hands tangled gently in my hair

Your body teasing mine, I gasp and squirm

Your hands travel slowly down my chest

Tracing my abs with eager fingernails

Playing at my belt, always smiling

A mewl of hunger sighs from eager lips

Belt loosens, lust stiffens, and hands wander

Freeing my hard pleasure, finally 

Caressing gently, coaxing me to life

Your perfect curves slither slowly down

You look so beautiful there, on your knees

Your fingers dancing up and down my bliss

Examining my hardness carefully

A silent look of awe lights up your face

Your open mouth so close to me, so close

Finally my resolve begins to crack

My eyes close, absorbed in euphoria

The thinnest whispered "please" escapes my lips

You laugh a little, but never stop stroking

Our eyes lock like magnets, hard, intense 

Your mouth grows nearer, tongue wetting your lips

Finally, the glistening tip disappears

Devouring me whole, not holding back

My passion, stiff and throbbing, urging you

Your moans of pleasure drive me to the edge

Your enthusiasm kicks into gear

Panties tossed aside, you stand over me

Straddling my legs, lowering slowly down

Taking me, inch by delicious inch

Your moans and gasps my favorite poetry

Grinding on my hips, you near your peak

Fingernails dig trenches in my flesh

My breath is heavy, ragged -- almost there

You beg me to release, to let it go

And finally, when I can wait no more

Passion boils, eruption imminent

My whole body stiffens, muscles taut

Teeth clenched, wrists strain against the rope

My roar of ecstasy is deafening

Filling you with instant carnal heat

Seemingly endless, I thrash and buck

Until we both collapse under the weight

Of the most exquisite afterglow

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Satyrs

Dance with me, my bliss.

Let us be lost in the woods

For a little while.

Naked and perfect,

So majestically alive!

Sweating and writhing...

Unable to stop, 

Unable to *want* to stop.

We must be made One.

Instant ecstasy.

We praise our gods together:

May this never end.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Sonnet - Mother

Of all the roles that she may choose to fit, 

Of all the outfits she could ever wear, 

The loveliest, by far, I would submit,

Is Mother: she of tender loving care.

A warmth that radiates from softest eyes,

Unquestionable love in her embrace,

Such devotion has no compromise;

Mere mention of her own lights up her face. 

Yet with that comes the fiercest loyalty;

The need to keep us out of danger's clutch,

Her countenance can change dramatically;

(One wouldn't like that person very much.)

For all she does for us, near every day,

And all she is, we honour her this day.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Mirage

Lost at sea, life raft adrift

I can still feel you next to me here. 

I cry for you, love -- every day I cry.

I can hear you calling my name in the dark.

Beckoning, soothingly. 

I know that you're not real.

It doesn't matter much anymore, though

I need something to get me through the day.

When I reach the end, you will be there waiting. 

With open arms and a loving heart.

I see you over there,

Waiting so patiently  for your love's return. 

I shall fall, blissfully into your delicate arms,

And rest so soundless as none had felt

Until I must rise, refreshed and new.

You are my blessed peace;

My lifeline, my heart and my reason to be.

I must make it back to you, love,

Lest I fall, and drift into the sea.

Never to know your touch one last time

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

I Beg

I beg of thee, mine ecstasy

To whom dost thou belong?

A little louder, if you please;

My hearing's often wrong.

My hands, however, are a gift.

And gifted back tenfold,

With every moment on thy skin

Without them, I grow cold.

As fingers cliutch and dig their nails

In both thy perfect hips,

Render thine dreams unto me

Let passion wet your lips. 

And then, my Heart, my Love, my All, 

Glide slowly over me, 

And let the promise of my bliss

Devote the hours to thee.

-- Jack

Starbursts

How perfectly She smirks at me, 

With Her mischievous grin,

Stars burst in eyes that hypnotize

And twist my mind to sin.

With playful leer, she says 'my dear'

It freezes me in place;

I can't refuse my perfect muse, 

O, She of perfect grace.

O She, my Bliss, of perfect kiss,

She owns me, heart and soul,

Let nothing stand 'gainst Her command,

Let Her lust take me whole. 

Every sense consumed, intense

My mind-- it floods with verse,

Our bodies fuse, and through my Muse

I glimpse the universe. 

What bliss lay there, I can't compare 

Or try to summarize

Such joy - how free, to pleasure She

With starbursts in her eyes.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.

Showdown

I know you're there

I hear you seething

keeping time with

my deep breathing

I see the smoke

from under there

and that smell 

like burning hair

laugh all you like

I'm on to you

face me demon

see it through

I have no fear

won't hesitate

to channel all

my darkest hate

follow you 

under the bed

and wipe the grin

right off your head

smash my way 

into your nest

take what's mine 

and burn the rest

you may have

the upper hand

but wait and see 

what I've got planned

you took her from me

took my sister

get ready for

a showdown, mister

- J

Serenade (Ode to Words)

Each time I sit before the task

Of writing something apropos,

Of myself I rightly ask

What of passion do I know?

For clever words in cunning rhyme

Are hardly any substitute;

Feelings transcend space and time,

One's passion must be absolute.

The truest words are made of silk,

Greeting with their sweet caress,

Flow like creamy buttermilk,

And purest love they doth profess.

Fingers dancing o'er the keys,

Conjuring the finest things;

Often brings me to my knees --

Transfixed by what my passion sings.

Poet's goal, if one is found:

To weave a lovely tapestry,

Touch you in ways most profound,

With hungry sensuality.

Read these words, my dearest one,

Let them permeate the soul,

Know your joy is like the sun,

Keeps me warm, and makes me whole.

----

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.