Inside the Pocket Of Your Ripped Jeans

“Photograph”
Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it’s the only thing that I know

When it gets hard

You know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

‘Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone

Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal

Loving can mend your soul

And it’s the only thing that I know (know)

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of ya

And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin’ me closer

‘Til our eyes meet

You won’t ever be alone
And if you hurt me

That’s OK, baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won’t ever let you go
Wait for me to come home [4x]
Oh you can fit me

Inside the necklace you got when you were 16

Next to your heartbeat

Where I should be

Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me

Well, that’s OK, baby, only words bleed

Inside these pages you just hold me

And I won’t ever let you go
When I’m away

I will remember how you kissed me

Under the lamppost

Back on 6th street

Hearing you whisper through the phone,

“Wait for me to come home.”

This Seriously Turns My Brain On

I shared with you already how one of my 100 things to do this year is ride on a motorcycle, right? And if no one shows up to take me for a ride on one I WILL learn myself. There’s a Harley Davidson store not far from me, and they have beginner classes!

Of course, being a chick, with me one thing leads to another. Especially when leather attire is required.

All the incentive I need is right here…..What do you think? Fuckin badass, right?

Sex & Poetry. Win-Win. 


The Bitch has always loved writing poetry. Now, to spice things up a bit with erotic poetry. 

I need your eyes on me 

     now

fast breath, wet skin

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m hooked on

making you sweat and pant

I am so wet

I never told you

what I do

after we talk

when you’re absent from me

fire turns wild

without control

my dreams tortured me last night

your tongue made love to me

do you dream too?

I wonder if you remember

the first time

you said you wanted me

In the coffee shop

thinking of our last time

I avert my eyes

your disappointments are the wind

tangling your gorgeous hair.

it makes you looks so beautiful

my love, so beautiful

I squeeze your slippery, soaking fruit

I know is a manchineel

silence

between us

is hot and sensual

offer yourself in small pieces

or I shall choke

swallowing you whole

a dream

wet with lust

pants beneath you

your tongue inside me

filling me

with your words

 

 

Never, Never, Never Throw It Away.

As I approach a “certain age” it makes me actually sad to see people I know, only a year or two older than me, decide they’re “old,” and therefore shut down life and slide into decline.

Holy fuckface! What the fuckety fuck?? Why??

I’m just getting my chops. I wouldn’t give up right now for anything! So many things to do….drive across country in a camper, ride on a motorcycle, launch my successful business, read the 500 books on my list!

They say things like that’s fine for you, I can’t because [……….].  Well hell. All you have to do is find someone to teach you how to do whatever and you’re on your way. At the beginning of this year, I was clueless about website design (by that I don’t mean a blog like this….I’m talking about a full-on, high-end site), hosting, optimization, SEOs. I looked around and found someone to teach me. And guess what? I’ve almost completed my home page.  Riding a motorcycle…..I never have, don’t even know anyone who has one, but I’ll make it happen somehow. Ride across country….probably not this year yet, but it’s on my list.

Leave those old farts to their misery. I’m just getting started!