That fake color blue

The sky isn’t blue and neither are you.

You’re a scattered reflection.

A person you thought I wanted you to be,

stretched to a person you aren’t,

to get closer to me.

The sun isn’t yellow, it’s as white as your lies.

Small lies that don’t mean much to anyone,

aside from the person you’re lying to.


Slow, Steady, Open

Cool your jets, blue
We ain’t gotta rush this.
Forever ain’t a day past tomorrow yet
Even though we’re killin it.

Infinity ain’t the war we’re dealin
Beyond got that you and me feelin
Bonnie and Clyde without the guns
Starburst and skittles not quite like gum

But it still makes our insides gooey
I’m that pirate, you’re that bluey.
We got dates, we got plans
We in the sheets, sans our pants

Dirty dancing like the movie
tattooed rainbows on your ooey new-y
Come on over, come on in
Slide on next to you wearing nothing

How many words can you hear
before that far because this near
Textin words on the low
Come on just do it, I wanna know

Purple lips and blue hair
Pink starburst, you can count me there
This girls it, this girl’s fine
This girl’s gonna fuckin be mine

Who needs slow when you can go fast
My lips and hands all over that blast
Takes it easy cause we got time
Its just you and me all day on the line

Quite contrary, there’s something about her
Peter and Paul and she’s the other
Always gonna leave on a jet plane
New age girl, ain’t changing my lane

Shallow walkin and baby talkin
Her in hers and me in mine
Fingers laced and lips hard locked
This girls got my world rocked.

Bonnie & Clyde

Lets tell all the keepers of time that they’ve had it wrong all these years.
We found a flaw in their plan.
A cricket in their matrix that keeps chirping to only us.
Time can’t be linear.
You can’t say yesterday was then and tomorrow is over there.
How can it be when I’ve known you for a short while but our bodies are so familiar,
as if we’ve been in a non stop orgy of just us.
Which means to beg me, we have to speak with the dictionary next.
Their words are wrong, like us cannot be two people when we often are one.
How do you see into my eyes when you speak through my lips
and how can my kiss attach itself to myself when your lips are hugging the lobe of my ear?
Time is wrong. Reality is false. The world means nothing.
Because in our own world we make the rules.
You and I.
Bonnie and Clyde.

High Arches

Be my ballerina, Bonnie.

Twirl on your toe tips.

Buoy as you balance, baby.

Torque your twisted pelvis.

Movements made, meticulous.

Delicate, delightful.

Lotus pose, Namaste,

Together in the nightfall.

Taste the rainbow, tropical.

Starburst pink across the sky.

The blue in you catches me,

in your hair, in your eyes.

Infinity, Friday nights and

Weekend morning brunch.

Dinner dates and graying skies.

Stay in bed, all we need is us.

Your lips, your thighs, your face, your hair,

you can never give too much.

Lace your fingers, lock your stare.

You’re the one, my wanton touch.

Now kiss me babe, I’m missing you.

I thought you’d like to find.

But when you’re done don’t move your lips,

I just wanted to say, “hai.”

Excerpt From Nothing: Squeeze

Her lips were like velvet on my skin.  They grazed softly along the back of my jaw while making their way to my ear.  She teased better than a fourth grade bully.  Instead of speaking words in a whispered tone she let out a long, slow exhale of her heated breath.  It spiraled down and tickled the hairs on the back of my neck.  I could feel her smile as I shivered.

“You’re gonna get it,” I muttered with my eyes closed and my body weak.
“Am I?”  She responded before suckling my earlobe into her mouth.

I dropped my mouth open and let out an oh-my-god groan.  My hands grasped her ribs, high up under her arms and dug in.  My eyes opened to attention and I turned my head towards her, breaking the suckle on my earlobe and she pulled back to look down at me.

“Something wrong?”  She asked coyly.

I didn’t answer, at least not with words.  I merely stared at her for a few seconds.  Her nearly naked body as she sat on top of me.  Her dark hair having tumbled down to her shoulders.  The way her smile was daring me to do something back to her as if this was all a ruse to push me into action.
She did that a lot.  Fucking with my need to always be right or simply just pressing buttons to see what reaction she’ll get.  I loved it.  I’ve only known her a few weeks but she seems to do everything perfect.  Leaving me questioning her motives but knowing they are only with good intentions.  Pausing with a smile and her smiling back, knowing she’s hooked me again and I don’t even care.
So I fall for it, again.  I take a gaze at her sexuality and spin her in a growling thump onto her back.  Flipping our positions and her head on the pillow and my body between her legs.  My lips find her ear now.  The vibrations in my voice sound like hunger.  They shake down through her ear as I speak.

“Lock your legs around my waist.  Squeeze.  Don’t stop.  Not until I’m begging for mercy.  Use your thighs like a walnut cracker.”

She then turned her head into mine like I did to her moments earlier.  We looked in each others eyes and she smiled her sly grin again as I felt her legs rising.  She mouthed the words, “kiss me,” as her ankles hooked together around my back.  As our lips met in a kiss I felt her thighs tighten firmly and smiled against her mouth.
It was a cute attempt.  I don’t know if she wasn’t going full on by choice or if she thought she was going to get me to break fairly easy.  Either way, when my lips needed a moment to breathe I opened my eyes and smiled against her kiss, not wanting to fully part from the velvet.

“I sure hope that isn’t all you’ve got, blue,” smiling at her because I can’t ever stop and then flowing right into a movie quote in a horrible impersonation of Jack Nicholson.

” Please tell me you have something more, Lieutenant.  These two marines are on trial for their lives.  Please tell me that their lawyer hasn’t pinned their hopes to a phone bill.”

Grinning at her afterwards, wondering if she gets the reference.  Looking into her eyes to see if she’s trying to place it or just fucking with me again.  Waiting a few seconds and then turning my attention to her hands.  Finding each of them and lacing my fingers with hers, pinning them to the bed and giving my hips a thrust into her.

“Excuse Me.  I didn’t dismiss you,” she quickly says as I push against her body.

“I beg your pardon?”  I look back into her face with another smile.

“I’m not finished my examination.  Sit down.”
Upon the last word falling off of her lips and the blue in her eyes tightening on the blue in mine I can feel the force of her thighs squeezing me.  Her fingers tightening their grip on my hands in return.  Her lip being bitten as either a form of enticement for me or concentration and force for herself.  It might be a little bit of both actually.  Then, a thrust upwards of her hips into mine and a slight twist and jerk.  My back caving for half of a second and dropping down into her.  Her movement pulling a groan from my throat and my entire body quaking.

She continues to squeeze.  We keep eye contact.  She’s winning.  My eyes are rolling into the back of my head until a rush of heat burns through my veins.  She adds a grunting moan to her squeeze and twists the other direction.  The movements push everything right into place.  My eyes flare into hers.  My hands squeeze back against hers and press down into the bed.  She squeezes harder but all it does is move me into her with more strength.
She tries.  On and on she tries to regain her edge.  Lifting herself almost right up against me and lighting the muscles from her knees to her stomach on fire.  I watch as her mouth drops open in one last attempt to make me collapse into her.
She’s cutting off my breathing.  Each suck for air being depleted more and more.  Neither of us giving in until the moment where we can’t go any further and she drops to the bed.
The feeling of her legs loosening has me following her.  My body suddenly feeling less comfortable.  In need of those legs tightly around me.  Naked without them.  My lips kissing hers hungrily as she lay there, her legs now like jelly and unable to move without effort.

I kiss her, again and again.  She’s panting along with my kisses.  Our breath cascading along each others skin.  Her face sweating and she looks up at me, eyes barely open and she smiles.  I smile back at her and finish the movie reference.

“What do you want to discuss now, my favorite color?”

A wide smile paints across her face and I dive into it, kissing and rolling next to her on the bed.  Enveloping each other in our arms and carrying on like the day doesn’t have to continue outside of this room.

55 Fiction: Waves

You make the want louder.
It’s there, always.
But you hand it a megaphone.

That vibration?
It’s you.
A need rumbling to escape against your body.

I can’t control my breathing,
not when you’re around,
or even on my mind.
Just the thought of you is a ripple in the water.

Baby, you’re causing waves.





I want to add that I got a bit of inspiration to write this after reading “Transition” by EC.  Her words are always a great jumping off point for something creative.  A spark of the mind.  Then mix in my own focus as of late and 55 words had to be trimmed down from much more.  

Anyways, just wanted to say thanks for the inspiration =)

Me, Flirting

Something Blue:  “Okay, let’s nap and forget the world.”

Me:  “Nap?  Sure.  I’m going to insist actually.  Legs tangled, right?”

Something Blue:  “Can I have kisses?”

Me:  “I thought you’d never ask.”

Rushes my lips against hers, arms around her back, pinching tight around her rib cage. Smashing a kiss into her the way angry waters erode boulders along the beach. Lifting her. Carrying her until momentum is stopped in a thudding halt against a wall, table, desk, chair and falling into or onto it with a hunger such as what was deprived during lent.

“I mean…,” kisses you because I missed your lips.
“You can have either. Or both. Take your pick, or take everything.”

Nighttime Rituals

You always think I let you go to bed first because I’m too engrossed in what I’m watching.
Or I’m doing something that’s more important than you
But the truth is I just like to look at you when you’re in the middle of something.
When you’re not watching me.
When you’re not aware I’m there.
And I can admire you from the doorway.
The way you slip your clothes off and into something much less.
It makes me want to help you off with the rest.
Serenity can be captured in a picture
and its the sight of you when I crack the door open and the light spills in
You’re asleep
or at least pretending to be
and either way when I slip in next to you all i want to be is against you
and feel the warmth of your skin
and that soft moan of comfort as our limbs find their home until morning

Excerpt From Nothing: Pencil Skirt

I’d love to lay back and enjoy you. Sit here and watch you come in the room and kind of stand there with your hand on your hip as its cocked. Smiling at you from the bed. Your eye brow raised. Lois Lane eye roll at the ready.

“Hey babe,” I’d say toyingly. That annoying charm I’m infamous for. The kind of thing that makes you want to slap me and kiss me, just always unsure which you want to do first.

“Hey,” you reply. Short and sweet. A twang in your voice but not the usual southern charm that drips from your lips but a stretch of the word because it’s saying more than just what’s on its face. It’s asking what the fuck I’m doing. It’s asking what I want. It’s asking so many questions all while telling me to get that smirk off of my face and do something useful like rub your feet because these heels are fucking killer.


“No, why?”

“Oh, no reason. You’re usually home by now. Took your time then?”

Pushing it. I’m always pushing it. Often over the line and making the sirens blare and red lights flash. Not quite enough to release the hounds but your fingers is hovering over the button.

“Didn’t think I had much to rush for, turns out I was right.”

You knew how to smack the smug off of my face with words better than most. You never just took it. Why would you? You were good at giving it yourself. That’s why whenever you gave it back I always smiled wider.

“Take off your panties.”

“Ugh, do you have to use that word?”

“What word?”

“Pa-panties,” you shivered and cringed.

“Yeah. You didn’t show me what you were wearing so I don’t know if they’re a thong, boy shorts, hipsters, whatever. So I have to use the generic term. Panties. Take them off. I want to watch. Be my personal stripper.”

You glared. How dare I ask you for such a thing. You were just at work all day and I’ve been lounging in pajamas for hours. How dare I. But that look on your face danced from skeptical and glowering to a sly grin. You had a long day, yeah. But what better way to end it then with some fun.

You obliged. Your obliged perfectly. Your hips wiggled as your fingers hiked your pencil skirt up your thighs. The exposed skin was enough to draw a grown from my lips and cause me to sit up against the backboard of the bed. Your hands slipped under the fabric of the skirt and tugged at the thin, flimsy fabric covering your ass. The panties pulled down below your skirt and dragging down your thighs. They drop helplessly to the floor and you step out of them and pick them up.

“Thong,” you say as you throw them at me.

The throw only meant to distract me as you follow them in a rush. Crashing into me with a kiss on the bed, the panties a lost distraction in the sheets between us now. Our hands wandering wildly. Our lips greeting each other hungrily. Your blouse another casualty of war. Buttons being pulled and stretched to their limit. Your perfectly done hair this morning now a whipping mess falling down onto me as you make my face disappear in it.

We enjoy each other fully. We take each others body completely. I am deep in you and you are all over me. We don’t stop until we can’t take it anymore. All I need for you to do is walk in the room and I’m yours. I don’t want it any other way.