MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

her bare skin

her bare skin

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her soft skin devours my mindsalted hot lustfulrun my bare hand over its velvet warmthand her silken skin speaks to me in ways only a man can taste wi..
cherishing that moment

cherishing that moment

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


your a lovely dream i had oncecherished the moment when your smile eclipsed all my hearts reckless momentsthe days when i still thought and breathed y..
sun creepin

sun creepin

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


hot sun creepin longbe hours for cool evening comesso we got to hang on for just a little longerwe just gotta git down this mountain sidejust gotta fo..
my lovely friend

my lovely friend

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


dazzled by wonderment's true voicehear now the shape and shifting theme of these your lost yearscall out with a true heart to thouseyou wish to behold..
in her blue lace (20w haiku)

in her blue lace (20w haiku)

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she is a graceful moment in my stumbling dayim a simple man but shes simply beautifulher blue lace
skull and crossbones

skull and crossbones

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


round his mouthful of bullet's and boneshe spoke of the woman and a box of goldand as he opened the deck and began tossing cardshis version of what ha..
summers end

summers end

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


summers end is heregreet the drowsy break of daywith your brightest smilesgreet the sunshine with the love it brings out in your heartits lovely here ..
saltwater jewels

saltwater jewels

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her jewels melted away in the saltwaterher crown broken by jealous girlsbut she sat on my wood floorthe prettiest in blue lace dreama beautiful song b..
gremlins of the mind

gremlins of the mind

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


look upon you with my dark faceyou would not know mefor i am lost from all lighti have stepped into the shadowsand know not my way homei have come to ..
your hearts burdens

your hearts burdens

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


looking for forgiveness in the eyes of strangersin every train station on the hudson linebreathing the beauty of the rush and hustleof every train in ..