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~

dusting

it seems as if i never come here anymore

not because it's gone

it's all still here

still dancing

between all the glittering words

in my head

and in my heart

i just seem to stop short

of expressing it out loud lately

~

there's a world out there

and i really hate missing out

on just one damned minute of it

~

i'll never be an easy heart to navigate

and i'll never have nothing to express
 or create
or vent about

~

i am still haunted by certain hues

but it will NEVER stop me

from continuing to color my world

No Apologies

Without apologies

a list of what I want

~:~

Crazy laughter between sheets

fingers laced when crossing streets

Pink Carnations instead of Roses

'Lets do that!' and not 'Supposes'

quiet nights and scented candles

a man who's strong and hard to handle

someone smart and intellectual

but for when I'm ineffectual

a tender lover, yet a beast

with stroking hands and biting teeth

acceptance pure and without measure

to be recognized as treasure

to be thought of every minute

if I'm out,.. or if I'm in it

to be the source of inspiration

and endless nights of perspiration

careless kisses when forbidden,

..just a love that can't be hidden.
~j

Lost Art

Kissing is such an art

I can be so seduced by just a kiss

a little kiss

soft and sweet to the touch 

a slight tease of flesh 

like a complete masquerade to the senses

but just enough to entice you

  and fill you with need

to rip through their divinity 

or

 something more beautiful and poetic

like a dance with lyric and rhythm 

just enough movement and tension

to create cadence 

with your hands and body

an arousal and invitation to play

both passionate and tempestuous

and of course

 the kind of kiss where your completely unaware

of where your other body parts even are

a kiss so stimulating 

his hands need not even be on you

your body already a complete tremble

all your senses on fire

you losing oxygen, full of heat, 

and he, 

your ignition

tasting his every intention

his every dirty thought

his seduction now his conquest

every gesture of his mouth

 a language all its own

filled with words that would burn a page

~j

~wisdom~

"...wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good."

~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez 'Love in the Time of Cholera'

all the right keys

 Every night you send a song 

that guides me home. 

You're quite the pianist 

on the keys in my head.

So Please

 Play something again for just me.

~j~

Hanging by the phone

 Hey, it's me.

 Listen, I'm sorry. 

For everything I said and, 

more so, for everything I didn't say.

 I'm trying to trust you, it's just that...

 [click] 

Hey, me again.

 Shocker. 

Your phone cut me off. 

Okay, where was I? 

Right. I'm sorry.

 Wait, what if you didn't get that first message at all?

 Now I just sound stupid.

 Okay, okay...

I found your spare keys and I thought you might...

 [click]

 Fuck!

Oh, hey. Um, found your keys. 

They were in that box of albums 

and other things I wasn't sure if you wanted

 But, I figured you'd want at least them back so,

if you want, 

just give me a call and...

 [click] 

Hey. 

Apparently your phone knows something I don't know.

 I've got your fucking keys,

 if you need them, 

Call me

~j~

flow

Some say

memories flow

to me,

it's more like

occasional....thick.... glops
~j

.write.

::::

It's not enough that I stand waist deep. 

You would have me drown in you. 

~j~

lyric

~ You Can Pin And Mount Me Like A Butterfly~

~The Smiths~

Leaping

The Universe doesn't just let what you wish for
 fall right into your lap.

First, you have to recognize it.

Stand up, put forth effort, work.

Take leaps of faith.

There may be hurdles,
 there may be blessings.

This isn't because the Universe is cruel.

The Universe is smart.

It has it's own cat-string theory,
 and is well aware,

We don't appreciate things that just fall into our laps.

Damn Universe.
~j

Im just a girl.

Not a beautiful girl.

Not a show stopping,
wow,

look at her,

how can I meet her,

kind of girl.

Not a gorgeous girl.

Not a must have

her phone number,

gotta take her out

for a drink,

need to fuck her

kind of a girl.

Just a girl.

Just a make you laugh,

love you hard,
fuck you harder,

totally unfiltered,

hold nothing back,
love you like no other,

kind of a girl.
.j.

words of advice

Hey, boys?
Listen up.
If you're dead set
on emailing or IM-ing the ladies,
please be creative.
Do not send us
messages
that just say,
'HI'
The postman
says 'hi' to us
everyday.
Odds are
we're not fucking him tomorrow, either.
.
~j

*sigh*

Yeah.
 Just That.

i like words

I like words.

They make sense to me.

and when they feel good,

Its like someone who knows
 exactly where to put their hands.

When articulated well,

and sprinkled with intention

for the heart or seduction

it feels as lovely as

a weightless naked body

swimming

under water

.

~j