Taste of Your Laugh

Taste of Laugh

The taste of your laugh

lingers on my lips

honeyed memory of happy

those sunshine days spent in smiles

and each other’s arms

worries of life

tucked under blankets

as we danced on top

chardonnay afternoons

drinking in each other

every moment

a sacred tick of the clock

heart thumping euphoria

needing no playground

except our skin

where we spun and ran

with passions of our souls

delighting in dares

of never before tried escapades

often ending in gasps

and then my giggle

and then yours…

Oh how I still taste your laugh

every day






His Bare Bride

Crazy Bride

He called her crazy

    and she giggled with glee

    flinging her top off

    for all to see

He drove down the road

    bare bride at his side

    her hands in the air

   enjoying the ride

A honk and a whistle

    oh she got more than one

    he smiled as he watched her

    having sheer naked fun

How lucky am I

    he thought with a grin

    to have married this girl

    who revels in sin

So here’s to the Crazy Ones

    who don’t give a fuck

    if you find one to marry

    godspeed and good luck!






I’m Back

I took a little break this past holiday weekend and have to say it felt good.  Even though writing is what makes me alive, my best girlfriends do so even more.  Four of us, from all different places, became friends in a new neighborhood, and oh the stories we could tell (but won’t for the most part). One by one 3 of them moved away, and I was left here without them.  That’s actually when I began writing–easing the loneliness.

Anyway, this past weekend we were all together for the first time in 7 years.  The old me came back, and we fell right into what we had always had together.  The amount of beer, wine, vodka, shenanigans, laughs and cries was worth every second of being away from writing.

I am now back to the old neighborhood with my cat beside me on the couch ready to slay some ink again.  Hope you are all still with me!! And I’ll try to catch up with you all.

Smiles and hugs!

I Don’t Accept

via Daily Prompt: Acceptance


Acceptance.  What we are all supposed to do.  Right? Well I kind of say Fuck that.

I don’t accept my hair turning gray.  I like it blonde.

I don’t accept knees hurting.  I keep working out.

I don’t accept being tired.  I fight it.

I don’t accept wearing old lady clothes.  I shop in juniors.

I don’t accept slowing down.  Hell with that.

I don’t accept not going to fun, young bars.  Hell, they make me dance!

I don’t accept staying home in quiet every night.  I am alive! Let me breathe!

I don’t accept I can’t do that anymore.  Fuck yes I can and will.

I don’t accept wearing a tankini.  I wear my bikini.

I don’t accept “we never have sex”.  That’s a death threat.

I don’t accept solemn, non-smiling.  There’s a lot to be fucking happy about!

I don’t accept not being me.  No matter my age.  Not matter my looks.








I Am Damn Good

I love to be

the giggle of his day

the Holy  Shit what are you doing

the OMG do it again

I am the Queen of that moment

teacher extraordianairre

the Yes I want her

 the she is damn good

the MMM I love that girl

and I am proud of it

and ohhh how  I want him

to beg for more