Bad, bad woman..

Been a slow month for writing. Poem number two for March...

Bad, bad woman....

Bad, bad woman. Moving slow and easy on the dance floor. I go to her and I hold her hips. I moved and grooved with her. I kiss her neck and I whispered into her ear. I love you my bad, bad woman. You make the whiskey taste better, the night warmer and hotter. You want everything and you want nothing. Can I make you smile tonight? She turned and she faced me. She kissed me often and she told me. You damn poets can tempt the devil. Make the night seem so damn lonely. Maybe you are the bad, bad man. With kisses of ambrosia to steal my soul? I told her. You stole my heart and souls the days I fell into those dark brown eyes. Let’s buy some whiskey, find your bedroom, play the sexy jazz and please dance for me? She smiled and she whispered. It is almost 2 am and you are the only brave man near. If you follow me home. Maybe the door won’t be locked. I love you my Johnnie. You have made me smile already.

Coyote dancing

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

lust and love always tastes better with whiskey; skin to skin, she doubts your poetic finesse; Ah, but then she realizes that you are a bad man, just like she is a bad ,bad woman. So, she forgets all the negatives and invited you to her house, but the door may be locked, or maybe not. I love your sexy bad women whiskey poems John. you have a real talent for these dark, smokey bars and it's so real. Terrific!!!
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

I do love the Jazz bars still. The people are more real dear Betty. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome John
Best, B.

[knighngale]

oh wow, love the paintings, painter? eh? LOL the paintings are of woman but in the end a single gentleman comes about. Genious. It has a Cuban feeling. Then the poem of a bad, bad woman, captures me. And her dark brown eyes, as you says, great read, lov, :D

[red93]

Nice piece of free form Jazz in poetic style Coyote. Rhythms of the night and old Mexico. Stream of consciousness that would have pleased Allen Ginsberg. Excellent.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Allen Ginsberg did have some good adventures.

[Ken Simm.]

Makes me miss my drinking days John. Such a raunchy and sensuos piece here. Excellent.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ken. I still go to the Jazz clubs. Always kind people and a conversation to be found.

[Soren]

Lust, one of nature's strongest drives. Often in the English language confused with love. Both can be compatible but seldom are. I enjoyed the read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Soren. Lust is cool, when youth is your wealth.

[Lisasview]

Lustful poem my dear friend..actually did not feel like a poem but more like a short story..
This bad, bad woman..
Lustful story... I really liked it..
Lisa

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lisa. Good jazz, good company and good whiskey. Always a good night.

[Lisasview]

You are so welcome..

[John the Baptist]

A woman who arouses your lust and makes you drink can't be all bad.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right John. Good to dance with a hurricane. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[M. J. Smith]

Rode briefly with a lady. Starry nights were more our speed. The secrets my old tent could tell! Irish coffee and sweet sunrise, yeah. I get it.
Always the ladies' man, Johnny? Beautiful story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you M. J. Smith. I agree. Irish Coffee, always a tasty treat.

[Relic]

Some women like a sly and smooth deameanor in a man. I like this one, Coyote. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. I always loved the Jazz clubs. The women were honest. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.