Bad, bad, bad a*s lady

May-day poetry thirty one

                      Bad, bad, bad a*s lady

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 a*s 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 a*s 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 a*s 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 a*s 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 a*s lady. You are my wonder, my  mystery and my unknown journey I need. Thank you baby for being kind to me.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the setting, the shoes, the jazz background...and yes...she thought he was brave...maybe poets are only brave on paper...not so much when it comes to real life.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was brave once. I got old and less careless. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Ah
Made my day
I loooovvved this so much
Thanks 🙏
Great descriptions emotions lovemaking drinking and dancing
Wow love it !

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Julie. When I was young and single. I love the Jazz clubs. A different kind of people in the Jazz and Blues clubs.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Wish I’d been there a fly on a wall back then skipping to the beat
But alas our youth gone I live for music writing films books piano family and drives to sea etc not in any special order

[Coyote Poetry]

I still go to the jazz clubs. Jazz is my muse for writer. I am off to my nap. I work tonight. Have some fun and be safe.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Yes sleep well
Glad you still go there