Sweet pleasures and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delight.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Some memories become sweeter with time.
Sweet pleasure and rare delights
Sweet pleasure, rare delights.
Some dreams should not be touched.
They burn the heart till death allows you to escape.
Beautiful woman dance in my memory.
Sweet gifts from tender hearts held forever in my dreams.
Yesterday I wouldn’t question the gift of love.
Today the tender touches and memories of bodies wrapped around me.
They left painful memories of things lost and never to be regain.
If you don’t reach for anything, take no chances.
What pleasure can be touched?
The pleasures can be many for the fearless in heart..
Life is a wonderful journey.
Sweet pleasures, rare delights.
John (COYOTE)
1992
It reminded me of the conversation I had recently about a divine beautiful ultimate expression of love. I’m glad you experienced it.
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I like the words. Sweet pleasures and rare delights.” I believe I read it in a German novel once. They were talking about the German treats. Europe candy was amazing like love should be. Thank you for the comment.
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Always a delight to visit you.
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Thank you.
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I love to read your thoughts and beautiful memories, thank you.
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Thank you. A very old poem. I like to look back in time where romance was the key to a life.
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even in sad we can be in a good place
memories do that
This is beautiful
Take Care…..
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maryrose
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Thank you for reading and the comment. Being in love should be our best days of a life.
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they should be shouldn’t they….
your thought made me think of Jim Croce…Time In a Bottle…
Take Care…
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