I don’t want flowers. I need you.
I don’t want flowers. I need you.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Appreciation and real gifts of love lead to good places.
I don’t want flowers. I need you.
(We forget what we really need. Need passion and desire to keep love alive.)
A beautiful woman is waiting for me.
I promise her dancing and presents.
I arrive home with flowers and candy.
Her eyes goes soft.
She whispered “Please don’t buy me flowers.
I don’t want diamonds or gold.
I just want you to need me.
For you to yearn for my kiss.
To be overwhelm with desire for my touch.
Take me to paradise of passion.
I want you to cry out my name.
I want you to rub lotion on her feet, legs and body.
Treat me like we are new in love.”
“I don’t want pretty flowers.
I need your desire for my kiss.
I want you rushing home to fall into my arms.
I want you for Valentine day.”
I smile and bring my lady near.
Kiss her sweet lips.
I tell her. “We will lay in bed till late afternoon. “
I promise to love her today and tomorrow. Forever.
Coyote
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I need the flowers too!
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to fall in love with the same person over and over…
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I was lucky. I got to travel the world. I met good people who showed me love changes with age. New love is the best love. I learn to enjoy and appreciate the kind people who allowed me into their life. I tell the young people. Dance, travel, test life and have fun. You will work for 50 years. Better to celebrate life before we forget how.
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I am working and still celebrating. 🙂 I don’t need to be rich as long as I am happy.
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Must we forget how?
I am enjoy what you share here…
Only read a little bit…I can feel your heat…
Turtle
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that should have read heart…must watch better for typos… 🙂
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“Treat me like we are new in love….” masterful!
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Thank you Ray for the comment. Love is hard to find and even harder to hold on to.
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I’m on my 2nd go around here. You’re preaching to the choir. Not gonna make the mistakes I have in the past.
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We all have learn the hard way.
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As long as we learn….
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Beautiful. True love.
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True love is when the other person desire is your only goal. My Grandparent were marry for 75 years. Grandpa would go shopping for my Grandmother daily to get her her desire treats. He held love for her and it was returned. Thank you for the comment.
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