The Tip of His Words

Until it Empties)Tea/se

Dipping, 

steeping chi.

A campaign at its peak.

A pearlescent fluid release—

slipping…

melting,

settling deep.

Resonating gently,

till the cup is empty.

—JG   ©2026

The Tip of His Words

All is quiet—

in the valley that deepens,

until he puts a finger on her mind,

causing an influx of drips.

A moisture that is loud 

to the cognitives of 

what he calls pleasurable rifts.

The way they slip 

over the tip of his words 

is like a blanket of sensation— 

he’s becoming.

Humming into vibrations,

they drift and slide, 

plummeting—

into a depth they can’t seem 

to resurface from.

—JG  ©2026

Confluence

Come,

and don’t hold your breath—

let your words flow fluidly.

Hmm, a wet plurality—

Come again,

and merge with me, 

a togetherness neither one

of us in this life has achieved.

—JG  ©2026

Wet

And then he said,

I need that scuba diving

so deep I can’t see sex.

Sea legs under the

sheet sets with no reflex

Barely can breath

sloping up your sweet mess

Mm, Moan and reflect,

that repeat after me best

That say less and do more

at your request

Like, “Baby I just want my

d**k, I don’t need rest”

—JG  ©2026

The Hunting of A King

You always find my bed,

getting what you want

having your tantalizing way,

hunting me down like a

Lioness in wait...pouncing

on my vulnerable display.

Of course I always take the

bait; me never wanting you 

to is never a debate…Mm, 

what was that you say

about taming your creamy 

passion while we lay?

I wouldn’t do anything 

but comply with the Queen 

and obey, but if I must say,

your mightiest roar is on the

way, and it is beyond late

so do let’s play.

—JG  ©2026

Can’t Stand the Rain(Drenched)

I seek shade,

Weather me not,

I can't stand rain,

Uh, uh

It reminds me of it,

Her drenched explicit,

That deep divot,

Those squeezing minutes

ticking around me,

Ooo, wee!

Why isn't the time moving?

Home sweet home me!,

I'm loathing,

Dragging her name through mud,

F***k!,

Where's my umbrella!?

In Her Domain

Don’t flinch,

take every melanin inch.

It will dic-tate how deep

my immersion is,

but forget about the ‘k’;

it’s just silent,

yet you won’t be when I’m 

ruler of your measurements,

and yes the tooling of your 

quintessence will be precise.

For I will make the inside of

your walls a forever stay.

I will dethrone the Queen

just to seat her back in place.

I will go on to always make a

leakage her pink groovy inlaid.

—JG

Undefeated

I witnessed pure devotion

the second my eyes mirrored

her atop my masculinity victorious,

wearing the glory in sweat.

It was amazing the way she moved,

the way she oohed and aahed

my every sense into an applaud

amounting to high decibels.

Nothing is owed in return

the way her sticky chasm took hold, 

solemnly taking ownership

of what she desired hers truly.

- G

Summit

Blended melanin,
wind kissed,
chilled like cognac
out in the open,
up most high-
fiving the moon,
eyeing its bloom,
vying a token,
a potent cry
signing the mood
for an interlude

-Jg

Infusion

Screaming—hot

a tea kettle moment;

an acoustic soothing

Mood brewing,

seeping;

pungency attained
 

-Jg