Quiver

Quiver

Kisses to your neck 

taste of rose hints,

descending where you bloom.

Kisses to your breasts mimic a 

reflex—

an involuntary stutter

nodding from your breath.

A kiss to your waist,

another to your stigma,

as your legs start to quiver

when the nectar finally escapes.

—JG   ©2026

The Perfect Aligment

She is legendary,

and the route I wish to take

is hers,

on a journey that guides

my tongue 

over mountains,

down a silken verge.

To the edges of a depth 

that has a warm pulse, 

inviting me into its breathing

shadows—

An adventure aligned,

where the whole of her curves 

like a bow along the arrow.

—JG   ©2026

The Fluid Weight of Us

Stretching on tiptoes 

to reach the edge of his lips, 

her world dissolved.

A starlit galaxy spilled onto 

a silent shore 

before her mouth could utter,

Take me—

He palmed the curve of her 

soft a$$, 

and boosted her into his open 

arms.

She was weightless, melting,

her body fluid to the heat of his

pulling current.

They sank deep 

into a hushed blanket of pleasure.

—JG  ©2026

Until it Empties)Tease

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