Dirty Little Rock Star

i want to make love to a dirty, little rock star

hugging leather

kissing tattoos

running my fingers over the holes in torn jeans

regardless of what the rhythm means

making sweet music

writing our own strumming lyrics

satisfying riffs

rockin' gifts

without mindless head games and tissued boo hoos

hell, like a hold-list, library book

i'd even being willing to pay late fees and overdues