Bad, bad, bad ass lady..

 Bad, bad, bad ass lady…

(May-day poetry thirty one.)

She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool. Her pretty feet painted in black nail polish moved with the saddest jazz songs. She watched the jazz band and I swear I saw the devil in her eyes. She was a breath taking beauty who could steal your heart with a whisper. She saw me looking at her and she knew. I loved her black tight dress and I wasn’t afraid of her. She smiled and she waved me over. She asked me. Are you just looking tonight Johnnie, I thoughts poets were brave. Not afraid of the night and they loved the bad, bad , bad ass ladies. I told her.

“Beautiful Coco,

just enjoying the view,

just observing the storm a brewing.

I like the dangerous water and I needed to know.

If you were in the giving mood.

The old poet knows,

Women decide if you are lucky or not.

If you didn’t love me no-more,

I would leave you and Johnnie walker alone.

You know I love you my bad, bad , bad ass lady.

You and I,

we live on a wing and a prayer.

Only taking what we need.

We ain’t greedy,

we just obey the need of the skin and

we love the Jazzy nights.

We need no love words,

we need no promises.

You and I.

Just sinners,

praying for more sin.”

She smiled and she brought me closer and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie, you are the bad, bad, bad ass man. You know how to make me smile, you make my skin come alive. Let’s us dance slow and easy to the saddest jazz tonight. I will leave you with lingering kisses and make you want some more.

We went to the dance floor and she stood in front of me. The jazz was so cool as she pressed her hips against me and she moved slow and easy. I moved with her and the Jazz ballad was so sweet. I held her hips and I kissed her neck. I whispered to her, I love you bad, bad, bad ass lady.

She smiled and turned her face to me. Her eyes, less devilish, more tender. She kissed me hard and she whispered. Love be damn, love be sweet. I love you damn poets. You make the need of love, sweet and a temptation. Remember Johnnie, when you dance with the devil. She always leads.

I told her. Coco, Coco. Life is now and tomorrow isn’t promised yet. Us midnight dancers, we know we must drink, we must dance and we must believe. Love is near. I do love you my bad, bad , bad ass lady. You are my wonder, my  mystery and my unknown journey I need. Thank you baby for being kind to me.

Coyote