Rudderless

Brave new worlds.

Untraveled roads.

The paths with no footprints.

Virgin skies.

Pure blue seas.

The places we want to go and have never been.

The things we want to do that we’ve never done.

Beginning anew and endless starts.

Ending doing nothing and beginning to follow my heart.

New eyes

Looking at yourself

through the eyes

of someone new

is sometimes

exactly

what you need

when old eyes

only see

what they’ve wrought.

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.

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.”

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.

“Traffic?”

“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.

Something new

The grass isn’t always greener but that never stops me from taking a peek over the fence.  It does look pretty damn fun over there.  The toys aren’t brand new but they’re new to me.  The swings have seen plenty of pushes while just as many have taken their turn down the slide.  The monkey bars and jungle-jim have both been handled again and again, but I’ve never had the chance and I want to try them all out.

You’re something new.  Different from everyone else but similar in a way that makes me wonder about you.  I’ve got a sickness with this type of thing.  Noticing someone new and taking an interest.  Taking it so far and then having it fade like a snap.  But the newness of it all is thrilling.  That chase.  The seeker and the sought.  The catcher and the caught.

This is all new to me, but familiar as fuck.  I don’t know you, yet.  The hope of what you will be in my head probably can never equal what you actually are, and that’s my problem.  You don’t need to be anything other than what you are, be damned what I think I want.  You’re something new to me but this is all the same chase I’ve done time after time.  New can get so old some times.