I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress. I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedar wood of desire.

— Coco J. Ginger

I’m mistaken….for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

— Coco J. Ginger

I near felt bad he chooses to be so evil to me. I am a forgiving woman, but my pen... oh my wicked hormonal she-pen.

— Coco J. Ginger

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought of my tongue. Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each letter. Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips. A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought. And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. Carries too much meaning for my capricious heart.

— Coco J. Ginger

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

— Coco J. Ginger

It's all mine, it's all sacred.

— Coco J. Ginger

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.

— Coco J. Ginger

I want your hand without the skin. Bone to bone without the molds. Mouth-to-mouth, without the porn.

— Coco J. Ginger

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

— Coco J. Ginger

I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. Furthermore, I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ... I own it. Furthermore, I won’t do it. Furthermore, I can’t think, I won’t think about it.

— Coco J. Ginger