A D V A N C E N O T I C E :
S O M E O F T H I S M A T E R I A L M A Y B E
D E E M E D 'U N F L A T T E R I N G' T O W O M E N.
T H I S I S N O T M Y I N T E N T I O N.
I O F F E R Y O U M Y A P O L O G Y , S H O U L D
Y O U F E E L O F F E N D E D, A N D I W I S H
T O D E C L A R E T H A T I D I D N O T
C O M P O S E T H E S E P O E M S W I T H
A N Y D I S H O N O R A B L E P U R P O S E
I N M I N D. signed.. John Holt ......
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INTUITION
We were not supposed to meet again
But in my room that night
I felt the pain of our goobye.
Later, I argued with my pride.
-Told myself it didn`t mean a dam`
You were casual sex, a quick slide.
Entering you was Lust, not Love.
If that was true then the pain I felt
was a dream. The tears a mirage.
But you, who knew us better than I did,
would not give up.
We met again, and this time
entering you was Love, not Lust.
Small ankles `round my neck and half-closed eyes,
you lay there while I took that rose-bud prize
and pressed my mouth in whispering kiss
along those fruit-tipped breasts
whose peaks were... bliss
(c)John Holt 20-MAY-1998
HEAVEN`S BELOW
On the rug
by the
fireplace
we lay
exploring
each other.
Your lips
seeking out
my pleasure
points,
turning
me on
in waves
of ecstacy,
while I
caress you
and explore
each upturned
breast,
treasures
from heaven.
Then I
move down
with
eager mouth
to slake
my hunger
as I taste
the honey
from the
gift
you offer.
(c)John Holt 19-JUN-1998
HIGH POINTS
Hard breasts,
soft sigh,
as lips travel
high points
to heaven.
Sensuality
captures me
without
a fight
as I sink
into you,
our cries
echoing
in the night
(c)John Holt 12-Oct-1998
TWO OUT OF THREE
I don`t mind being
part of the triangle
as long as I can untangle
myself when Sex
turns into Love.
Don`t get me wrong.....
the games we play
are the main theme,
an *add-on* to the wet-dream
in my scheme of things,
and doing them with you
in positions x, y or zee
is
often
good
for
my
virility.
(c) John Holt 25-MAY-1998
HOME CUMMING
It doesn`t matter
what you
say
to me
Or even what
you think
you
ought
to do.
Since yesterday
I`ve changed, grown up
and now
I really don`t
need
you.
Isn`t it strange how
this
has come about?
Remember how it was
that first time
we both went out....?
Music, Maestro - Roll
the
drums!
- Bring out
the choir singing.
Boy! - You laid it on - bells, whistles,
every dam` thing
was blowing
and ringing!
And I swam in it,
ran in it, rolled over
and sang in it.
Yeah, the Hard Rock Cafe in NYC,
and Planet Hollywood, just you
and me,
back to your pad
on West 54
where during that night
I became your
willing
whore.
(Well - you`d paid
so I laid - need
I say
any
more?)
Ok then - so it
*wasn`t* like that
and the sex was good,
sweaty limbs entwined,
as we did all things that
two lovers should.
And remembering
your tongue,
well I have to admit
I just spread out
the cake
and
you
sampled it.
(c)John Holt 21-May-1998
WORKING GIRL`S DAY OFF
He told me he worked in `The Media`
when we went to his motel room
and he believed his story
so I let the bastard have me
and didn`t stop to tell him
I was working in `The City`.
Pretty ironic when I thought about
how much I usually charged
but it was my day off
and my turn to treat
someone else like shit.
So I sat on his knees
with my legs wide apart
and whispered "it`s ok
fa` someone yer age
ta` worry `bout lungs
an` heart - jus` kech
yer breath if it helps
- y`see, I understan`
what excitement does
ta` th` mature person
an` y`gotta be careful
these days with the high
insurance premiums
- doncha think?"
And the innocence in my voice
was as naked as my body.
Guess my timimg was perfect.
It had an effect
on his little White Knight
as it slumped from erect.
Soo, I played out my role
and again he got hard
and I teased and I rubbed
- then pulled the ace card
sighing "I jus` gotta stop
`cos I ain`t inta sex
I git headaches an` stuff
an` my ears start to whizz
an` that`s why my ex.
lef` me an` the kids"
This guy wasn`t pleased,
as he lay on that bed
he just looked at my body
and pounded his head
and he screamed in a frenzy
"I wish you were dead -
you prick-teasing bitch,
you`re a freewheeling whore!"
then he dressed so dam` fast
and slammed out of the door.
Me?....I lay there
and rolled up that
much needed smoke
enjoying the buzz
of my sexual joke.
Tomorrow?...
I`m back on the regular game
where the jerks pay the price
and they don`t ask my name,
where they sometimes cum once
but they seldom cum twice
but Today...
was my vengeance
.....Oh Lord -- it felt nice!
(C)John Holt 11-JUN-1998
THE TROUBLE WITH...
The trouble with SEX,
as you very well know,
is it has such a habit
of pleasing one so.
It fogs up the focals
it blinkers the eyes
and like Love,
it`s first cousin,
it comes with great sighs.....
(c)John Holt 19-JUN-1998
CHASING VELVET
Come
my beloved,
let me touch,
again
those parts
I love so much
and let my
gentle hands
expose
the
venus mound
beneath
your clothes.
Ah!.....
Now I stiffen,
as I glide,
along the
valley
deep inside,
while you
respond
with
eager lips
and tightly
lock
your willing
hips
and we cry out
while
thrusting so,
releasing all
in
one
sweet
flow....
(c)John Holt 18-JUN-1998
