Bad, bad woman.. With some words…


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 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…