note to self:

i am so sorry,
but one touch and it was love
i certainly did not mean to do it
i swear
and i know it goes against
every
single
principle
that you truly believe in
but
i had to.
i know i heard my name being called
and i have to admit
...it was truly love at first sight
but
i thought it would not work out
sincerely
that it was just a passing fancy
and once i touched it
tried it
it would be over.
but oh!
the sliding felt so perfect over my skin
and the smell
it was ambrosia
my knees, weak
god, it was exciting
and after all
doesn't every grrl want?
and have needs?

it just so happens that the black leather motorcycle jacket with the red stitching fit all of mine to a T. therefore anxious grrl, freak-about-money-must-balance-the-checkbook-compulsively grrl, shut the hell up.