For some it was poetry
   For me, it was bits and pieces of you
   More of you...and less of me
No, it was everything about you

They can keep

their ordinary love.

I want to drown you

    in passion and

devour  you  every  night.

Don't close your eyes baby.

I  want  to  see  you while

you  come  apart  with  me

inside  you.    And I  want

to  come  apart  inside  you,

while  you  watch.  I  want  to

forget    my  name  while   I'm

busy moaning  yours.  Delicious

torture at my skilled hands. Your

mind  and  body  awakened...alive...aroused

for me.
                                                                                       Jon York   2019

He never knocked,
He never broke in,
He just came and called it home.
27/4/2019

We're   like   Cocoa
             and marshmallows:

                 Your   hot  and  I
              want  to  be  on top of
               you.
                               and
                   It  tastes  so  good
            because I've  been waiting
                   for  it for so long.
                                                           ­                         Jon York   2019

She finds comfort in the night.
Not as warm or popular
as the day.
It must be the silence
caressing her soul at night
or the darkness that washes away
the dirt from yesterday.
She waits for the night-
she waits for the peace.