~tempo of skin~

I want to taste liquor

from your warm mouth

and feel ice cold fingers

tease trails of conbustable hunger

on my flesh

while our bodies 
mesh & collide

in a succession 
of bruised delights

staccato moans

echoed in a darkened room.

when we allow words to be expressed

in the tempo of skin.

Peek

I've heard tell

that some

who peek over

my fence

find my honesty

disturbing.

Frankly,

I find that news

more disturbing

than my honesty

.

I won't deny...

I should come with a ..

Surgeon General's Warning:

.

(something like)

.

'Totally Unfiltered.'

.

That means

I'm likely to kill you

twice as fast.

~j~

~: life : ~

: LIFE :

You might very well

be her biggest fan

but odds are

she's just going to treat you

like some pathetic stalker.

Secret

Secret:

I like licking envelopes

because they tickle my tongue

much in the same way

the thought of licking you

tickles my fancy.

Don't ask where my fancy is.

That's personal.

What I Know

I know that words from me

are as insubstantial as smoke.

I know that my promises

are one shade of purple

short of black

for I've bent and broken my share.

I know that my need for you

is an intense vibration of truth.

I know that I feel you

 deep,

 at my very core.

I know that I taste

even the sound of you.

I know your scent

is as comforting as

the spring rain is

to newly planted flowers.

I know that we dance best

beneath cotton sheets,

graceful as starlight

at the edge of night.

but I also know

being soaked by you

isn't enough

I need to be taken into

the darkest of your waters

saturated through the night

until twilight gives way

to the dawn of a new day.

then

you and me

~we~

will truly

Know

~j~

.

:used:

come to me my little doll

id never do you harm

let me hold you in my hands

so safe and hard and strong

dont listen to them, my darling

the ones who say

id do you so wrong

for right here with me

is just where you belong

the pain oozes from my eye sockets

the blood drains from my heart

your rotten hands upon me

nimbly tearing me apart

laid bleak and spread wide open

no will left for a fight

and like the waste of flesh you are

you disappear into the night
.

~j

The Moon

So today celebrates the

40th Anniversary

of mans first steps on the moon.

An Amazing feat, indeed!..

But please forgive me,

I'm not the scientific type

who has the need to

travel through our solar system

to step foot on the fifth largest planet

which has no breathable air

and leaves you feeling weightless

from lack of gravity.

That's what the deep end of the pool is for.

.

I am, however, all for celebrating the moon.

.

The Man *In* The Moon

still winks at me from time to time,

He still listens to all my wishes and dreams,

and keeps my darkest secrets.

He's even been witness to the making,

and a key ingredient

of some of my greatest memories.

.

We've been through a lot together

these 37 years;

my life, the moon and I.

I feel a strange likeness to him

Sometimes full of light

and other days barely able to shine.

People have walked all over me at times too,

but we're still making history,

spreading light, granting wishes,

and smiling at the planet.

We've drifted,

but we're rotating

in perfect synchronicity

round the same Sun.

~*~

Goodnight, Moon.

~xo~

~*~

Hello God.

Hello God,

It's me. J.

I just wanted to take a moment

to thank you.

You know,

for these boobs

and all the other super girl stuff.

They've served as tremendous promotional devices

and have managed to land me into

almost every emotionally crippling situation

that has ever crossed my path.

I don't think I could have reached

anywhere near this level of `fucked up'

without them

and I owe that all to you.

Amen.

How come..

You are the only person

who has the ability

to make me feel

stupid inside.

...you should know,

I
hate
that
girl.

She's Nerdy.

secret

 All day long, 

you're on the tip of my tongue.

 But that's not enough.

 I want you 

all 

over 

it.

~j~

Hopefully Not Lost

You keep having to remind me

that every sign

points to me

as being

'the one'

and I can't help but worry

that

Really, I'm not.

I'm probably

just standing

in front of

somebody else's sign,

again

.

Because,

I've got a really

lousy sense of

direction.

~I want a love ~

I want a love

that I know

exists

because

it's better

than everything

..

and doesn't

leave me wondering

if it exists

because

it's better

than nothing

.

~j~

after-weekend-detox

today

my ambition is nil

perfect detox recipe;

-something salty

-something sweet

-serious-slasher-flixs

repeat.

And I've learned something

Should I ever find myself in a situation

where in a pumpkin headed monster

is looking to bring me down,

I shan't be the girl who will die in her panties and bra

because

I'm just not prone to wandering about deserted cabins in them

I would, however,

be the one

having sex

with someone

in the boat house

after midnight.

Which means

we'd both

be screwed.

Squared.

.

Internet Warning

:~:NEWS FLASH:~:

You have flirted online with this fellow before.

He found your witty banter clever,

and he touched himself.

It's true.

Nice job, Hot Stuff.

.

                                                                  Let me slip into you

for just a few moments...

I want the inside view

of all your electricity

your flash

and bang.
j

if i am yours

if im not the one you run for

not the one for whom you came
why do you take the path that leads to my door

do not confuse me
with something to take for granted

if i am yours
fight like the man you are

love me like you were unafraid
take me home
make me your own
your lover
the enternal yours

if i am yours
fight like the man you are
.

Over

The trouble

with

over

is

it can't be fixed

.

broken

leaves hope for repair

but over

is

over

and

all you have is despair

.

with broken

you hold tight

to the pieces

with hope to be whole

on a forcast

of slim

.

with over

it's chilling

with a cast

of grim

.

~j~

Ladies,...Important History Lessons!

Dearest Anne,

I'm gonna treat you like a queen.

Trust Me.

All my love; Henry VIII

.

~j~

Red

Big Bad;

Let's put an end

to all of this

fighting.

How about

we go camping,

instead?

I'd really like

to see you

'pitch a tent'.

With affection;

Little Red.

.

~j~

No-Yoke

A tisket,

a tasket,

I'm putting all of my eggs

into Love's basket.

And,

so help me, God,

if even one of these fuckers

manages to break,

I'll be wicked pissed!

.
~j~

Crime-Scene

Police in Australia are hunting a man who broke into a sex shop and romped with three different blow up dolls. The intruder had his way with three dolls from the Jungle Jane range then dumped them in a nearby alley, reports The Sun."It's totally bizarre. It's a real concern that someone like that is out on the street," said one of the owners of the adult sex shop in Cairns, Queensland."He took the dolls, blew them up and used the dolls then left them in the alley," the owner, who gave the name of Vogue, said. Police officers have taken DNA samples, fingerprints and pictures of the crime scene.

~:~:~

Blow up dolls are people too, Damnit!

That's why I never toss any of mine away.

I keep them all in the garage.

God.

I wish I had some place to park my car.

.

My Kryptonite

I have no idea what it is about this lil' tune.

Get's me

 every. single.  time.

Dark Blues Bar 

sliding and moving close to someone,

who 'puts you in the mood'

feeling their body and hands move and suggest

and hold on to the places you like best

a good whiff of hopeful cologne on their neck

the taste of an intoxicating drink on their breath

Ugh

I go weak in the knees.

~j

(Pause Player at bottom of blog for full listening enjoyment)

~Polaroid~

just a glimpse
of you

and im paralyzed

a brief look at a moment in time

no sound

no scent

but i study every inch

trying to take in all i can

damn

i
really

hate

being

a moth to your
 flame

but your such

a

fucking

bonfire

to my vanities

i

cant

help

myself
.
~j~

Long Ago

Long ago 

a little girl, 

with crayons bright,

 she made a world on sheet of paper, 

stark and white, 

stick of princess and her knight.

 His horse was pink, 

her dress, blood red,

 he with dark hair 

on his head

 and in the corner she wrote 

`LOVE' 

then scribbled stars and moon 

above.

 Decades come, decades pass.

 The little girl? A comely lass.

 She finds her picture,

 torn and tattered,

 long after knights have ceased to matter.

 Silently, with fingertip,

 she traces 

`LOVE' 

then touches lips,

 for she, this damsel in distress, 

could still use the rescue.

 [she has the dress]

~j~